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onewmin · 8 months

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crazier for you | dk

Pairing: husband!Lee Seokmin x wife!reader

Summary: While getting ready to your husband's work gala, you get startled by how amazingly he looks in a suit.

Word count: 2289

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AU, smut, mentions of suggestive actions, fingering, a lot of sexual tension, kissing, the over-using of the word "baby", dirty talk (kinda), profanity, mentions of alcohol consumption, overall, just couple things; typos

Author's note: welp... Hope you enjoy it! Tell me what you think <3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are taken for inspiration purposes only. All characters appearing in this work are fictious.

A black silky dress was almost flowing on your body, hugging your waist and chest and covering your legs to a little-below your knees. Loose waves of hair were falling on your bare shoulders, covering a small tattoo on your collarbone. You looked too good to be true, even to yourself.

Taking the necklace from the table, you called for your husband’s name. He was supposed to be in the opposite part of the house, but appeared as if from the thin air, and came up behind you in the mirror.

“Help me?” You asked, a small smile plastered on your lips. He reciprocated with his own, putting the cold silver on your neck. While he was fiddling with the lock, you carefully observed him in the mirror: a grey three-piece suit flattered him to no end, making him look even more desirable than ever. It’s not like you had a thing for men in suits, it was quite the opposite, to be honest; but whenever Seokmin put on a suit or a tuxedo, it made you almost drool while looking at him.

Seokmin has always been the ideal man to you: since the moment you met at university and throughout your whole, ten year old relationship. From the sweet nerdy guy with foamed glasses on a winter day, who helped you with your homework in the library, to the man in a suit you were looking at right now - he had always made you feel this sugary tingling in your lower stomach, no matter what he did or said. Even after ten years, you still wanted to push your husband onto the bed and ride him till you legs were limp and mind blank.

And now, when he was wearing this tremendously fitting his body suit, which hugged his waist and thighs just how you liked it? There was nothing in your head but the image of him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, as you were kneeling in front of him.

“Enjoying the view?” He whispered into your ear after wrapping his arms around your waist. You slightly nodded, resting your heads on his shoulder.

“You look perfect”, your words came out with a ragged gasp when your eyes met his. His lips curved into a smile before he leaned in to leave a small kiss on your nose.

“I’m afraid we won’t make to the party if I kiss you”, he murmured, having his arms tighten around your waist. “I’m barely able to think of anything but taking this dress off of you”.

You laughed. Seokmin was the one to always lighten up your mood, no matter how sad your day could be. Now, though, you could only imagine making out with your husband in this suit.

“Let’s stay home then”, you said, turning around and taking his hands in yours, “you can take this dress off me as much as you want”. Seokmin’s eyes slowly drifted from your face to your chest to your legs as he drew his lower lip between his teeth. Almost there, you thought, almost there, Seokmin. Accidentally (of course) the strap of your dress fell from your shoulder, and you flipped your hair, exposing your collarbone. A ragged sigh left Seokmin’s lips as he gawked at you.

“That’s not fair”, he uttered, while running his fingers on your bare shoulder. “You know we can’t…” He gulped, when you left a kiss on his jaw – one of the sensitive spots of his. “We can’t miss this gala, baby”. The hesitation in his voice was so obvious that you couldn’t ignore it – in fact, you were prone to play him like an instrument, just to make the two of you stay at home. You hummed in response, hands already roaming around his body, taking his jacket off. As you left open-mouthed kisses on your husband’s neck, he slowly melted into your touch, fingers gripping the flesh of your butt.

“Please”, you whispered into his skin, “I want you, baby”. He cupped your cheeks to pull you in a heated kiss, lips messily colliding in a spur of a moment. He drew you in closer, grabbing your waist and ass, when you palmed him through his dress pants. Both of you whimpered under the touch of each other, his lips leaving yours to suck on the sensitive skin under your ear. Grabbing the small of his neck, you felt his bulge too close to your covered core, and rubbed against him, begging for more friction.

“Shit, baby”, he muttered while leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “you’re driving me crazy”. And as you were ready to answer him, the phone in his pocket started buzzing.

“Don’t answer”, you whispered, trying to distract him with kissing. Seokmin shook his head playfully but didn’t fall into your trap. Taking the phone from the pocket of the pants, he had one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping your most aroused part close to his.

“Mr. Park?” The name of his boss made you roll your eyes. Noticing that, Seokmin raised his eyebrows and smacked your butt, catching your yelp with a small kiss. “Yes, we’re on our way, sir. We’ll be there”, he looked at the time on his phone, “in twenty minutes”. When he hung the phone, you let out a frustrated sigh; Seokmin slapped your ass one more time and grabbed a handful of it, making you squeak and cling to his shoulders.

“Be a good girl for a moment”, he breathed in between kissing your lips, “and I’ll fuck you the way you like it”, another kiss, “when we come back home”. You bit your lower lip and gave him a shameless look.

“Not possible you won’t fuck me the way I like it, even if I’m not good”. You muttered, kissing him one more time.

He chuckled. “Fair enough”.

Only now you noticed beige lipstick marks all over his lips and neck. “Shit, babe”, you observed him carefully, “you need to wash it off”. And when he rushed to the bathroom, you ran to your makeup table to grab your lip kit and some wet wipes. Seokmin was a super careful driver, so you didn’t worry your makeup would get messed up if you ever did it in the car on the way to work. And you did it almost every day.

In a couple of minutes, the two of you left your house and got in the car; Seokmin was offered to have a car sent for you and him, but, as your husband was trying to cut off alcohol, he politely refused. Driving wasn’t really an excuse not to drink (you could always call for the designated driver); however, Seokmin had always said that only him and his wife could drive their car. Well, his friends were allowed too; in the end, there were thirteen people who could, but all of them were to get drunk tonight, so there wasn’t much of a choice. “Good for us”, Seokmin said several hours ago.

The roads were pretty empty, as the party was set not earlier than eight P.M. You started applying the lipstick on your lips once again, and Seokmin’s driving got even more cautious – as not to ruin your makeup. When you were done, it was still around ten minutes till you reached the company’s building. What else was there to do but not to bring your full attention to your mesmerizingly beautiful husband? Leaning into the seat, you were peering at him; it wasn’t out of the ordinary, and he was quite used to you admiring him, but still, even after being married for five years, he couldn’t help but blush every time you did that. The moment now wasn’t any different – you noticed his cheeks turn rosy and a small smile appear on his face. You eyes slowly moved from his face to his hands gripping the wheel, turning and tapping it every time you were at the red light. His hands, that not even half an hour ago were grabbing your butt; his fingers that were playing with the hem of your panties, drawing circles on your thighs, awfully close to your aching heat. You could only imagine what would have happened if you stayed at home. His fingers would have reached your closeted core, leaving lingering touches everywhere but where you needed him the most; his lips would have met yours in a hungry kiss when his hands would have finally taken your panties off. And then he would have drawn terribly slow circles on your clit, while whispering what a good girl you were…

You clenched your thighs, thinking about a possible scenario that slipped through your fingers. You could feel how damp your panties were, so you immediately adjusted your dress, so that there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the back of it. Noticing all your movements, Seokmin’s brows snapped together.

“What are you doing?” He asked, eyes now drifting from the road to you.

“Nothing”. Your voice sounded so weak that you almost hit yourself. Could’ve acted better for once.

Your husband drove the car into the tunnel and then to the company’s underground parking lot. His designated space was waiting for the two of you – as everyone else had already arrived – and Seokmin gave you another look after stopping the car.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He leaned in, leaving a peck on your forehead. “Are you feelin’ fine?”

You nodded, trying to adjust your dress once again; only now you were as successful as before, as it scooped right to your thighs, exposing your black lace panties. Seokmin smirked. Ugh, of course he would.

“Not the safest dress, huh?” He commented, helping you put it over your legs again. But then he noticed it was lifted so much that the back of it wasn’t even covering your ass. You were sitting on your bare butt. The dick in his pants, that had just calmed down from your previous shenanigans, started to feel too big in his tight pants.

“What were you doing?” He whispered, one his hands resting on your thigh. You mewled, when the intense eye contact with your husband was followed by him finally touching you through your panties. “Shit, baby”, he panted too close to your lips, “you’re so wet. What happened?”

“You”, you whined, grabbing his wrist, “you, baby. Please”, you hand was firmly pressing his into your pussy, “please”.

A playful smirk adorned his face as he crushed his lips on yours, the hand of his pushing the fabric away from the part that needed him the most. “If I’d known you’d be this needy”, you felt his thumb pressing onto your clit, “I’d cancel everything in advance”. The words were followed by his fingers stroking your folds, one of them slipping inside you.

“Oh, fuck”, you breathed as the slow movements of his thumb on your clit started getting faster. “Baby, please, please”, you moaned, hands gripping his shoulders. Inserting another finger into your core, he let out a whimper, as his head fell on your shoulder.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, he whispered, fingers pumping in and out of you. A ragged sigh left your lips in response as you started rubbing your clit to reach the desired climax. Seokmin brushed your hand off, replacing your fingers with his thumb again. “I wanna make you feel good”, he crooned, mouth sucking in the sensitive spot on your neck, definitely leaving a mark. “I’d fuck you every minute of the day if I could”, you dug your nails in the small of his neck as he encircled your clit quicker with every move of his.

You mewled again, hand grabbing his wrist again in a desperate attempt to run away from his ruthless movements. You felt him smiling into your skin as he left another kiss on your neck and pressed his lips firmly to yours, catching your moans.

“Baby, I’m – uh! Shit!” You arched your back, unable to form a sentence when his teeth sank in your lower lip. “Baby, I’m-I’m, mmmh, God”, you moaned, as the Earth started spinning faster, “I’m gon-gonna come- “

Seokmin growled into your lips. “Come, baby”, he whispered, as every touch of his left a trail of fire on your body, “my perfect girl, shit, come for me, my good fuckin’ girl, shit, baby- “

The rest of his words turned into a ringing in your ears, as your vision faded to black, and your orgasm sent shockwaves throughout your body. Seokmin was pumping his fingers in and out of you, fucking you through your release, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The first thing you recognized after coming down from your high was “I love you”.

“I love you so much”, you panted, a smile plastering on your lips. Seokmin grinned in response, leaving a small kiss on your nose.

“Love how you always get what you want”, he muttered, drawing his fingers from your wet core. Before he could wipe them, you grabbed his hand and pulled it to your mouth.

“Baby, don’t”, he warned in a slightly worried voice, “if you do it, I won’t- “

But you didn’t listen. You ran you tongue up and down his fingers, tasting yourself on them. And as you locked eyes with Seokmin, who was watching you with a breath hitched in his throat, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, twirling your tongue around their tips, and earning a groan from your husband.

While observing your every move, he took the phone from his pocket once again. “Mr. Park?” He said in a rather raspy voice. “We’re going to run late”.

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arvandus · 2 months

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OVERALL FIC WARNINGS: cisfem!Reader; canon adjacent (i.e., loosely-based; I'm not done with OG yet); 18+ (Minors and ageless blogs DNI!); NSFW in future chapters; violence in future chapters (not against MC); deceit/lying; fake relationship (one-sided); pining; angst with a happy ending; Barb is the problem and the solution 😉

Love and Duty - Chapter 1

You had been looking forward to tonight. You’d picked out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes. Asmo helped you with your makeup and your hair. You were, as he described, ‘absolutely stunning.’

Of course, it was no surprise then how you turned every brother’s head as soon as they saw you coming down the stairs of the House of Lamentation. It was a shuffle of bickering and jostling as they vied for who would be the one to escort you to Prince Diavolo’s royal ball. But much to everyone’s chagrin, it had already been discussed and decided that Lucifer would be the one by your side when you arrived. It had made sense that you’d attend on the arm of the eldest brother, the one responsible for their fall, and the one considered most powerful.

It was purely a formality, and you’d made that clear with Lucifer early on. He’d accepted it graciously, hiding his wounded pride behind dark eyes. Even so, despite understanding the nature of the agreement, he couldn’t help but stand slightly straighter and hold his chin slightly higher as he looked down his nose at his younger brothers. The Avatar of Pride couldn’t help it; he was a bird ruffling his display of feathers, preening as you lightly held his arm.

Out of all the brothers, Lucifer was the easiest to get along with, even with his well-polished arrogance and cold temper. He was responsible, disciplined, and, of course, incredibly handsome. No doubt, his all-black suit attire would be turning many heads tonight. Had the circumstances been different, perhaps you would have been more eager to have him as your escort. Had the circumstances been different, the outfit you wore and your beautified appearance would have been for him.

However...

You spotted the eye of your affection immediately upon your arrival. He stood next to Lord Diavolo as the prince engaged in small talk with the dignitaries, perfectly poised. His dark green hair looked as soft and sleek as ever, and his attire was the ever-so-familiar butler uniform that he wore while in his demon form. You had wondered if he’d choose something different, a classic black and white tuxedo, perhaps, or something reminiscent of his dark greens and greys. However, this was a political gathering as much as a social one, and it likely benefited Barbatos to present himself as the ever-loyal butler when standing next to the Prince of the Devildom.

Your heart skipped in your chest and an inner warmth made its way to your skin.

He was handsome. And beautiful. But good looks seemed to be everywhere here in the Devildom, and his physical appeal had never been a surprise to you. No, you were drawn to Barbatos for that which was unseen, the aspects of him that were so characteristic of his personality. His kindness, his politeness, his mannerisms... and beneath all of that rested a cutting edge and an air of mystery. As you learned, he was old; quite possibility the oldest demon in the Devildom, and possibly the most powerful, considering his abilities. You recalled the conversation you’d have over tea regarding how he’d abused his powers early on, and now he was doing what he could to right past wrongs. It had only piqued your curiosity even further, to learn more about him and who he was.

Where the brothers were vivacious and, for the most-part, fast-paced, Barbatos was calm, patient. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a playful side; it was something that came out occasionally when he was at his most comfortable. And it didn’t mean he couldn’t also have moments of intensity, particularly when it came to cleanliness and his fear of rats. But you often found that when the hustle and bustle of the House of Lamentation became too much, when the stress of RAD felt overwhelming and Solomon’s tutoring left you fatigued, it was often Barbatos’s gentle company that you found yourself preferring.

The butler never seemed to mind when you sought out his company; often he welcomed it, because it came in the form of an extra pair of hands to assist him with his daily tasks such as shopping for that evening’s meal, organizing the pantry shelves, or assisting with fixing flower arrangements. And he was always gracious in his gratitude, providing gifts that you often cherished. He became a safe space for you, and you had hoped that he felt the same towards you; or at the very least, didn’t see you as a nuisance.

It was no surprise that you’d developed feelings for him, despite the busy schedule you both held, and the way he seemed strangely, utterly untouchable.

Your decision to fancy yourself up for him in the hopes of catching his eye was a bold one. You weren’t entirely sure what Barbatos’s stance on romance and relationships was, and you knew he already had plenty on his plate. Add on his age, and you had a feeling that he’d already experienced nearly all there was to experience when it came to love, multiple times over.

You weren’t expecting anything life changing to come of the evening. It was a curiosity, a testing of the waters. You’d hoped he’d see you, grace you with a compliment that would ring in your ears for weeks. You’d hoped you’d get a dance with him, so you could fondly remember the feel of his hand in yours and the smell of spice and warm bread that always seemed to follow him.

There was no expectation of a kiss, a confession, or anything of the sort. This was Barbatos, after all. All you wanted was a little bit of his attention, something to feed the longing that ate away at you from the inside.

But it seemed even that was hoping for too much.

You had expected Lucifer to take you with him as he went to greet Diavolo and the dignitaries, to introduce you formally as the star of the exchange program, among your many other titles that you’d somehow acquired here. That was what he’d told you would happen, walking you meticulously through the steps the night before and having you repeat them back to him.

But neither of you had anticipated Mephisto’s interference, dragging Lucifer away to discuss concerns regarding the student council. It was a ploy to keep Lucifer from Diavolo; you both knew it. But Lucifer was too prideful to break from formalities and followed him with an annoyed sigh.

Which left you alone with the brothers. Beel had already found his way to the buffet table. Belphie had managed to find a chair to snooze in at one of the tables near the decorated walls. And Satan had managed to spot a cat on the outside balcony that had piqued his interest.

Which left only Mammon, Levi, and Asmo in your care. One demon who wanted nothing but your attention, another who wanted no attention, and another who wanted all the attention – from everyone.

It had happened so suddenly. You weren’t even sure what had gotten the three of them to start bickering. One moment you were staring at Lucifer’s receding back and the next thing you knew, you turned around to face them only to have dark red demonus spill all over the front of you.

You barely heard the clatter of the tray, the breaking of crystal, your ears ringing. You stared wide-eyed as the cold stickiness of it drowned you. You tasted the sweet burn of it on your lips, felt it dripping off your chin, sliding down your chest to pool in your cleavage.

Stunned silence fell like a gavel as the three brothers stared at you. You felt the stickiness of it soaking through your dress – your beautiful dress that you’d saved up every ounce of Grimm to buy for yourself. You slowly looked down at your attire, now effectively ruined.

The silence was broken by the sound of stumbling apologies from Mammon and Levi. You vaguely felt Asmo begin to wipe your cheeks, your neck, attempting to rectify what couldn’t be undone.

“Hey! No touching her!” Mammon fumed at his brother as he snatched the cloth from him. “I’ll clean it up!”

“You’re the reason she’s covered in demonus in the first place!” Asmo shot back as he attempted to snatch it back.

Meanwhile, Levi was muttering to himself in a full panic, his hands covering his face.

It all washed over you, through you, your emotions numb.

Your eyes finally drifted upward. But it wasn’t Mammon’s eyes you saw, or Levi’s, or even Asmo’s. Instead, you looked past them to find a pair of green eyes and dark lashes staring wide-eyed at you. He was too far away for you to read the emotions there, but it didn’t matter. You wanted to hide from his gaze, but you were trapped. Your gaze slowly drifted from Barbatos, to Diavolo, to the faces and names you didn’t know but who now stared at you aghast, hands over their mouths or their chests, lips pressed into thin lines, noses wrinkled in disgust.

Humiliation clung to you, stickier than the demonus on your skin. Your eyes burned, your vision blurred. You felt the tears spill over your cheeks as your breath was yanked out of you in the form of a sob.

The bickering brothers fell silent as they realized that you were starting to cry.

“Hey, hey...” Mammon muttered, his hand reaching out to your arm.

But the numbness you’d felt a moment before had given way to frustration and anger, and beneath that, regret. You smacked his hand away and shoved past him as you ran out of the ballroom. You could feel the countless eyes upon you, watching you. You heard Mammon and Asmo call your name, but you didn’t stop. Instead, your feet carried you away faster, afraid you’d be followed when all you wanted was to be alone.

And they would have followed you, had it not been for the cutting edge of Lucifer’s voice stopping them in their tracks.

“What. Happened?” he demanded coldly, his fury barely contained. “I left you alone with her for one minute and next thing I know, she’s covered in demonus!”

Diavolo and Barbatos joined the group in a few short strides, abandoning their conversation partners in order to discern the cause of the disturbance, their eyes watching silently.

Even Beel, Belphie, and Satan took notice, approaching the scene at a safe distance.

“What’s up? Where’d she go?” Beel asked around a mouth full of food, a plate piled high in his hand.

“It was an a-accident!” Levi fumbled. “Mammon and Asmo-“

“Hey, don’t pin this on me!” Mammon protested.

“Why not?” Asmo shot back. “You’re the one who started it.”

Mammon’s sun-kissed skin heated with embarrassment. “We don’t got time for this, I gotta go after her!”

Mammon turned to leave, but Lucifer grabbed him by the back of his collar, his eyes narrowed. “I think you’ve done enough. All three of you have. You’re coming with me, back to the House of Lamentation where I am going to get the full, unabridged explanation of how you managed to ruin this event - that took multiple weeks to plan - in less than five minutes.”

Asmo looked aghast, his hands going to his face. “What?! But we just got here! And what about Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere until we find her!” Mammon replied. He struggled against his brother’s hold. “Lemme go!”

This time it was Diavolo who spoke, his voice low and calm. “You should listen to your brother, Mammon.”

Mammon’s lip jutted out into a pout.

Lucifer’s brows furrowed, and his voice dropped low into a harsh whisper as he leaned closer to his brother. “This was meant to be a formal event for Lord Diavolo, an opportunity to demonstrate the success of the exchange program. Don’t make this worse than it already is.”

“I’m not leaving without her.” Mammon muttered, his hands balled into fists.

“We can’t just leave her here,” Asmo agreed. “Lord Diavolo’s castle is too big and dangerous! What if she ends up getting stuck in the labyrinth again or something?”

“Not to worry,” Barbatos said. “I will find her.”

“We can help look for her,” offered Satan.

“We also offer our services,” said a familiar voice. Diavolo turned to see Solomon, Simeon, and Luke behind him.

“We saw what happened,” Luke said, his voice shaking from nervousness. “We want to help!”

Diavolo smiled down at the young angel, aware of the impact his imposing size had on him. “Thank you, Luke. However, it would look poorly on me to have my special guests abandon the event that is intended to celebrate them.” Diavolo lowered his voice to a whisper and bent down slightly. “Besides, there are some stuffy demons here who may not like the idea of a very powerful sorcerer and two angels exploring the castle without an escort.”

Luke flushed bright red. “O-Oh. I see. I didn’t think about that...” Simeon put a hand on his shoulder.

Diavolo returned his attention to Satan, Beel, and Belphie. “As for you three, it would be best if you remain and do what you can to smooth over this little hiccup with the rest of the guests. I can’t have you all leaving at once.”

“Ugh... you mean I have to schmooze?” Belphie whined. “I hate schmoozing.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the youngest. “You do just fine when manipulating your brothers to do your chores.”

“That’s different.”

Satan scowled. “So, what? Everyone else stays and only Barbatos goes? There’s no way he can search everywhere in the castle fast enough.”

“Not to worry,” Barbatos replied. “I will have the Little Ds assist me. They know the castle as well as I, while the rest of you would easily get lost and become more hindrance than help.” Barbatos narrowed his eyes slightly, the only hint of the impatience that dwelled beneath his calm demeanor. “That being said, time of the utmost importance. While she’s become better at memorizing this castle’s many quirks and dangers, there are still many more lurking and her feet may take her to parts that are unfamiliar.” He bowed low to Diavolo. “I will take my leave now, young master.”

“Thank you, Barbatos.” Diavolo replied. “If possible, see if we can have her cleaned up and returned before the night is through. Perhaps we can still salvage this evening.”

“As you wish, sir.” Barbatos bowed and left.

Lucifer watched him leave, concern subtly etched into the lines of his face. “Even when Barbatos finds her, she may not be in a state to meet with the lords tonight. You know that, right?”

Diavolo smiled. “We will cross that bridge when we get to it. I can smooth over the mishap with the House of Lords. Perhaps I can set up a more private gathering later this week.” He turned his golden eyes to the three brothers. “However, it would go much smoother if there are no further disturbances. It’s nothing personal; I understand mistakes happen. However, it would look poorly on me if I allow you to stay.”

“Y-You’re kicking us out??” Asmo pouted.

Diavolo smiled warmly. “Just this once. There will be more festivities in the future, I promise.”

Asmo looked to be on the verge of tears. “That’s it, my reputation is ruined! I’ll never be able to live this down!”

Levi laughed. “My popular normie brother’s fall from grace. Don’t worry big bro, we can be pariahs together.”

Asmo narrowed his eyes in disgust. “I hate you…”

Lucifer rubbed at the bridge of his nose and growled low. “Would you two just shut up? Let’s go before you humiliate us further.”

The brothers began to turn towards the exit, but Diavolo’s voice made them stop.

“Lucifer, please return when you are finished. Our guest of honor may not be able to join us, but you still can. I’m sure the lords will have plenty of questions and it’ll be best if you’re the one to answer them.”

Lucifer nodded. Then he turned and ushered his brothers away.

Diavolo watched as they left, Lucifer taking up the rear with sharp eyes and crossed arms.

Once they were gone, Diavolo clapped his hands.

“Well, now,” he muttered to himself. “The fun part.”

And then he forced a smile to his lips and turned to face his waiting guests.

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You’d been in the Devildom for so long that the winding complexity of Diavolo’s castle felt like a second home to you. Even so, there was much to it that you had yet to explore. You half walked, half ran through the empty halls turning left, then right, and then up a flight of curved stairs.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were running to; you were more focused on putting as much distance between yourself and the ballroom as you could, the orchestral music and hum of conversation fading away with each step.

When you finally did slow down to a stop, you leaned against the wall, your breaths heavy and labored.

Finally, it was quiet. You waited silently, listening for the sound of pursuing footsteps, but you heard none. You were partially grateful and partially wounded, your heart conflicted between the shame of your appearance and need for distance from the chaos, and your desire for comfort, regardless of who provided it.

It was alright, you told yourself. It was probably best you didn’t see anyone right now anyway; you weren’t sure you could curb the sharpness of your tongue or withhold the frustrated tears that already stained your cheeks.

You stared at your surroundings. It felt vaguely familiar to you, and yet foreign at the same time. Had you been here before? Maybe once or twice... You must have taken a wrong turn at some point.

You recognized a painting further down the hall, and an ornate end table with a luxurious flower arrangement on it. It brought forth the memory of when you’d helped Barbatos with the floral decorations following a grueling workout day with Beel. You nearly chuckled to yourself, before you remembered the look in his eyes earlier...

Fresh tears brimmed your eyes again. If you could burn the memory from your mind, you would.

You walked towards the painting, and that was when you noticed it... the empty room open to your right. Great, tall arched windows allowed the moonlight to spill in, painting the stone floor and ornate rug in a pale blue glow. And in the room sat a black baby grand piano, a smaller cousin to the black behemoth that sat in the ballroom downstairs.

You let out a short, dry laugh. Of course. Now you remembered this room...

Maybe you hadn’t gotten as lost as you thought. Maybe your heart took over your feet and brought you here on purpose.

You walked over and sat on the piano bench. You slowly opened the lid and stared at the black and white keys with a heavy heart.

You carefully placed your fingers on the keys. You could almost picture Barbatos’s fingers next to yours...

Slowly, you played the simple notes, letting the crisp sound of the piano fill the empty, lonely space.

Heart and soul...

It carried you back to a happier time, a gentle reprieve you’d found a few months back with the ever-busy butler. He’d set you the task of helping him dust some of the rooms, and this room had been one of them.

“Lucifer will occasionally visit this room to play the piano,” he had explained. “So I’d like to ensure its cleanliness is maintained.”

He had left you alone in the space to dust on your own as he worked on the room across the hall. You’d gotten about halfway through when you finally gave in to the piano calling your name. You had sat down and fiddled playfully on the keys.

You certainly weren’t an expert by any means... the most you could do was the melody of some simple songs and a chord or two.

The sound of your fiddling had caught the butler’s attention, and he’d returned to the room just as you were playing the simple progression for ‘Heart and Soul’ – probably one of the most popular earworms ever to be fiddled onto ivory keys.

“I see you have gotten distracted,” he commented teasingly as his eyes scanned the room.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, and then laughed it off nervously as you quickly removed your hands from the keys.

“Oh, yeah... sorry. I’ll get back to dusting,” you replied.

Barbatos chuckled. “No need. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He closed the distance and joined you on the bench. “I didn’t know you could play.”

“I can’t. I just know a little bit from memory. Don’t ever ask me to read sheet music.”

“Ah,” he replied. “I see I’ve been deceived by your melodies then. What were you playing?”

“An old song,” you replied, then chuckled. “Well, old for me at least. It’s called Heart and Soul.”

“May I hear it again?” Barbatos asked.

Heat washed over you from head to toe. “R-Really? It’s nothing special...it’ll get stuck in your head.”

“Please indulge me,” he replied.

You shrugged and played the simple melody again, starting with the piano notes that marked the start of the song. Then you switched to the lyrical notes.

“They’re supposed to overlap... that part in the beginning, and then this part for the words. But I don’t have the hand coordination for that,” you explained.

“Perhaps I can give it a try,” Barbatos replied. He removed his white gloves and laid them across the top of the piano. You watched as he set his long, slender fingers on the keys next to yours.

“You play?” you replied.

He chuckled playfully. “Does that surprise you?”

“No, I suppose not.”

He smiled gently at you, and began to play, testing out the melodies. Soon, they blended seamlessly into perfect harmony, the song coming to life at his fingertips.

“Like this?” he asked as he played, repeating the melody in a loop.

Playful jealousy colored your tone as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, just like that. You’re a natural.”

Your comment earned another chuckle.

“You said there were words for this song. Can you sing them?” he asked.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you froze for a moment. “You want me to sing?”

“Only if you are comfortable with it,” he replied.

You stared at him for a moment, and he stared back, patient as always. You weren’t even sure what you were worried about; you weren’t a badsinger; but it was usually only something you did by yourself. Alone. Or drunk with friends. Certainly not during intimate moments like this, just you and one very attractive, ancient demon.

But Barbatos had asked, and you were enjoying this moment.

“I mean... sure?” you finally replied tentatively.

He smiled and looked back at the keys as he continued to play. “Whenever you’re ready, then.”

You waited for him to play the right part of the melody, and then joined in.

“Heart and soul...

I fell in love with you,

Lost control

The way a fool would do gladly

Because you held me tight

And stole a kiss in the night...”

His smile widened as you sang, his fingers making the notes harmonize with your voice.

You sang. You messed up slightly. You laughed. He smiled and coaxed you to continue. All the while, your body had swayed gently to the tempo, your shoulder occasionally brushing his.

That was likely the start of it; the moment when your feelings for him had blossomed completely, bearing fruit in the shape of romantic daydreams and steamy fantasies. You’d hummed the song for weeks after, the melody returning you back to the sweet, blessed interaction.

Now you stared at the keys forlornly. You played the melody again to yourself as a couple of rogue tears landed on the white keys.

It didn’t take long for Barbatos to find you. The notes of the piano had caught his ear, and he immediately knew where you were. There was something oddly endearing about it, knowing that you’d somehow managed to find your way here of all places, to seek out comfort in your isolation.

He stood in the doorway silently as he watched you fiddle the keys in that familiar tune. He remembered that day; remembered the joy you’d showed while he played for you, and you sang for him. It was a fond memory, and it pleased him to see that you cherished it too.

You paused, sniffed, and wiped at your eyes. Barbatos’s small smile faltered, fading away into a neutral line.

“Ah,” he finally said, making his presence known, “so this is where you are.”

You spun on the bench, eyes wide. Your makeup was mostly gone, except for the dark treks of mascara that had bled down your cheeks and smeared across their round surface each time you wiped at them. You turned your back to him, your shoulders hunching to hide your ruined state.

“I had a feeling you might be here,” he commented as he stepped into the room. “May I join you?”

Your body stiffened and then deflated. You nodded slightly, although you kept yourself hunched from his gaze.

Barbatos made his way to the piano bench and sat down next to you. He waited patiently as you collected yourself, your fingers once again wiping at your eyes.

He waited. And waited. And waited some more, hoping you would speak. But it seemed as if your words were stolen from you, locked away behind a gaze you refused to return.

Barbatos was not accustomed to giving comfort; at least not the sort that you would likely need. After all, the young master never needed handholding or hugs, or even so much as a pat on the back – at least not from Barbatos. While they were as close as two could be without being blood family, there was still a distance that Barbatos maintained as his steward and servant. No, Barbatos’s comfort for the prince often came in the form of a hot cup of tea and a listening ear.

Neither would serve him here; he had no tea to offer, and he could not listen if you were not willing to speak.

The best Barbatos could offer was words; he hoped they would be enough.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

You shook your head and finally you spoke. “No...”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked again.

“Not unless Diavolo gave you permission to undo the last thirty minutes...”

“Unfortunately, he did not.”

“...Damn,” you muttered. You straightened yourself so you were sitting parallel with him on the bench, no longer hiding as you faced the piano keys. “I wanted one night... one night, Barbatos. To relax, to enjoy myself, to not worry about...” your voice fell away, hidden by guilt.

“I understand,” he replied after a quiet moment.

“It’s always something,” you continued. “Levi floods the house. Satan breaks furniture. Beel eats furniture... I had hoped that tonight things would go smoothly, that they’d be able to stay on their best behavior. We weren’t even there five minutes.”

Barbatos sat quietly and listened, allowing you to vent your troubles. He sympathized; he was all too familiar with the chaotic brothers and their antics. There was a reason you were the one responsible for them and not himself, even aside from the heavy plate of never-ending duties that he already held.

“I just... when does it end, Barbatos? How long do I have to keep babysitting them? Don’t get me wrong, I love them. I love all of them, and I know they’re doing their best. And things have gotten so much better from when I first arrived here. But sometimes I just get so.... tired.”

“Perhaps you are in need of a small vacation,” he offered. “I’m sure we can coordinate something with the young master and Lucifer.”

You shook your head as you glared at the white keys. “No... it’s more than that. A vacation can’t fix this. I’m feeling... at my limit. The brothers, RAD, being an apprentice... not to mention being under the constant scrutiny of half of the Devildom like I’m some sort of celebrity... I don’t know how much more I can take.” You put your face in your hands as fresh tears spilled over your eyes. “I’m not made for this, Barbatos. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I just want to run away.”

More tears slipped down faster and faster as the guilt of your words ate away at you. It was one thing to think them to yourself; it was another thing entirely to admit them. If any of the brothers heard you...

Barbatos’s hand appeared in front of you, offering you a silk handkerchief. You gave a small laugh and took it gratefully and began to wipe your eyes and cheeks.

Barbatos’s skin prickled with alarm as he watched you. He’d known that managing your place within the Devildom was taxing... but he hadn’t realized it had gotten this bad. You’d always managed every hiccup and setback with grace, and at times, a stern command. You never let anyone see how heavy your burden truly was, not even to him.

You and he were alike in that way...

Which was how he knew that your words were more than just the venting frustrations of a ruined evening. It was deeper than that, a warning that you were about to break.

If there was one thing that Barbatos knew, it was that you were paramount to securing a safe, strong future for Prince Diavolo and, by proxy, the Devildom. Diavolo had requested him to confirm the right course early on, prior to beginning the exchange program; and in every future that demonstrated success, you were there. You were a bridge between all three realms; your role in all of this was far greater than you could ever realize, and your work here was far from done.

So, the possibility of you leaving the Devildom was entirely out of the question. Which meant that Barbatos had to figure out a way to repair what had been damaged. He had to figure out how to convince you to stay.

If only he could glimpse into the future to determine the right course...

But he couldn’t. Not without Diavolo’s explicit permission.

Which made the remainder of this conversation higher risk than he would have liked, the uncertainty of chance thick in the air. He liked the think he knew you well enough to know how to navigate your emotions in this moment; after all, you’d been in the Devildom for a long time, and he was a careful observer. Not to mention, the two of you had been spending more time together over the past few months, to the point that he might even consider you more friend than acquaintance...

If only he didn’t constantly keep his personal feelings and thoughts locked tightly away where they could remain untouched and immovable. It helped him compartmentalize himself, avoid any possible vulnerabilities to focus on his primary duty: serving Prince Diavolo.

Which made his moral compass vibrate indecisively between his sympathy for you and his duty to his prince. Were he truly just your friend, the solution would be simple... to suggest you prioritize your own health and peace of mind.

But duty did not allow for such simple solutions.

“Such heavy decisions should not be made lightly,” he advised. “And particularly not after such a disappointing evening.”

You pinned him with a small glare, eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not being emotional or overreacting, if that’s what you’re getting at... I’ve been feeling this way for a while now. This just happened to be the catalyst.”

Barbatos sighed. “My apologies. That was not my implication. I am simply stating that major, life-impacting decisions should be made after one has had a full night’s rest, a good meal, and time to contemplate the pros and cons.”

You were quiet for a moment as you fiddled with your stained dress. “Perhaps...”

Barbatos pondered a future without you in it; one where you weren’t there to tame the brothers of their sins; where Solomon was left alone without someone to pour his focus into; where the angels would blame the demons for your departure, causing strain between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom; where Diavolo would internalize your departure as his own failure...

And of course, there was the overall absence of you. Barbatos no longer being able to venture with you on errands, or share his newest recipes with you, or make tea for you...

The possibility of no longer seeing your smiling face felt... odd to him.

“If you left, you would be sorely missed,” he explained.

It was a statement rooted in truth for himself just as much as Diavolo and the brothers.

But it wasn’t for himself that he said it. Never for himself. His own desires were never allowed to be a priority.

You were silent a moment before responding, your voice soft and hesitant. “I know...”

“And no doubt the others would try to follow you wherever you go; they all seem to care a great deal about you.”

Your hands clenched into fists. “I know...”

Your tone came out harsher than you intended, and you looked way, ashamed.

Barbatos faltered against the backlash of your tone. This wasn’t going how he’d hoped...

You sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just... it’s always about what they need or what they want. And I do the best that I can. But sometimes... sometimes I need things too. Sometimes, I just need to be myself. To feel like a person instead of a devilsitter, or a student, or an apprentice. To be able to enjoy things and be happy...”

“You’re not happy?” he replied.

“Sometimes I am... but not as often as I want to be.” You released a frustrated sigh. “Barbatos, how am I ever supposed to live my own life if I’m constantly having to corral and placate them? They fight for my attention constantly. As soon as I spend time with one of them another one needs me. Come to my room for this, let’s go shopping for that, help me with this, let’s go on a date... I wish I could clone myself five times over.”

Barbatos let out a soft chuckle. “Ah yes, a familiar sentiment...”

That earned a soft smile from your lips. But it faded as quickly as it came.

“I feel... stuck,” you confessed.

Barbatos thought for a moment as he stared at the piano. “How can I help you feel unstuck?”

“I don’t know...” you replied.

“Perhaps then, the best place to start is to think of something that would make you happy. Something you’ve been wanting but haven’t been able to have.”

Your eyes widened and your body felt warm with embarrassment. You laughed, and yet it didn’t sound happy. Instead, it sounded almost... sad. You stared down at your ruined dress, your fingers once again fiddling with the fabric. You were silent for a long moment, and Barbatos could tell you were on the edge of saying something important. He waited, listening intently.

When you did finally speak, your voice was a whisper.

“I got dressed up tonight for you...” you spoke so quietly, it was almost as if you were talking more to yourself than to him, as if you didn’t really intend for him to hear...

But Barbatos heard you as clearly as if you had shouted. His smile faltered and his eyes widened. “For me?”

You averted your gaze with a bow of your head, your body folding inward on itself as if it would protect you from his eyes that now saw too much.

It did not.

“I mean... I don’t want you think—” you stumbled over your words quickly. “I don’t expect anything from you, okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I still value our friendship, and I’m happy to be friends. But...”

You fell silent for a moment as you bit your lip.

Barbatos waited silently for you to continue while internally his old heart came to life, pounding with warning. He knew where this was going, like a collision he couldn’t avoid, and yet...

Your quiet voice yanked him back to the present like a noose.

“I’ve realized that I’m always happiest when I’m with you. When I’m helping you clean, or running errands, or even just having tea together. You’re kind, and gentle, and I....” – you swallowed – “ I respect you very much.”

Your admissions made Barbatos begin to feel warm as a soft ringing began in his ears. It nearly drowned out your voice as you continued to speak.

“...All I wanted tonight was to feel pretty, maybe have a dance with you, and for you to see me. Not just as an exchange student, or an apprentice, but as someone who could maybe be....” your words dried up on your tongue, and your hand waved palm up briefly as if the remainder of your confession existed in the empty air in front of you.

Your sentence was left unfinished, unable to say out loud what it was you truly wanted, and yet it was communicated all the same.

Barbatos stared at the white keys of the piano.

You gave a small wry laugh to yourself as you stared at the keys as well, neither of you making eye contact.

“I just wanted a dance,” you repeated on the softest, most painful whisper. “It was so simple, and yet...” you gestured to your messy state.

Barbatos was silent for longer than he thought was proper, yet he couldn’t find the right words to respond as his mind reeled.

You liked him. He hadn’t quite expected that. You had so many suitors, that he’d never even considered himself to be a possibility. It was true that you’d been spending more time together, each helping the other where you could. He’d grown to appreciate your company and considered you a friend, at least as much as anyone could be a friend to the enigma that was Barbatos.

But he’d never entertained the possibility of it ever being more. He’d never allowed himself the opportunity to; his life was busy enough serving the prince as he continued to atone for his past. He’d had his time in his youth where he’d pursued love interests with reckless abandon, but those days were long behind him, buried beneath a millennia’s worth of experiences.

And yet, here you were next to him, all but confessing your feelings to him. If it were any other moment, he’d free you of your burdensome heart in the most gentle and sympathetic of ways. He’d allow you the space to hurt and heal, all the while maintaining his duty to his prince. Barbatos certainly wouldn’t enjoy it; you were certainly not someone he ever wanted to hurt, and the loss of your companionship would be deeply felt; but it would be necessary.

But in this moment, in the here and now, following through with such a logical course of action could very well be the nail in the coffin, the final blow that makes you abandon your place here in the Devildom.

Which put Barbatos in a rather difficult predicament indeed.

If he refused you, then he risked you leaving, with years of hard work and careful, meticulous planning wasted.

It was an unacceptable outcome.

But the alternative wasn’t much better either. If he accepted and reciprocated your affections, it would be built upon a falsity, a lie. And Barbatos did not want to lie to you. He may not share the same level of affection that you harbored for him, but he still cared. You were still important to him on a personal level, beyond the purpose you were meant to serve.

Duty or honesty? Why did the two have to be at odds? And why did this have to happen with you?

You cleared your throat uncomfortably and sneaked a glance at him only to be met by a stone wall, his gaze distant, his usually smiling face now expressionless as he stared at the piano. He was locked deep in contemplation, and for the first time ever, he seemed almost... trapped.

Your heart sank to your gut, regret flooding into the hole it left behind in your chest.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered. New tears brimmed your eyes as you returned his handkerchief to his empty hands. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I… I think I’m gonna go now.”

In that moment, in those brief yet torturously long five seconds of you standing to leave, Barbatos, the all-powerful demon of time and butler to the Prince of Hell, panicked.

His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, halting your retreat. His pulse pounded in his ears, the thrum of his beating heart resonating in his chest, calling him to action.

Duty.

Duty always won.

It didn’t matter that Barbatos didn’t want to lie to you, to take your friendship and change it into something contrived. It didn’t matter that regret coiled tightly like a snake, choking his conscience, at what he was about to do.

He would have to figure out how to forgive himself for it later.

You looked down at him with wide eyes, and he turned his body slightly to look up at you.

“Please...” he said. “Don’t leave.”

Your chest heaved with painful breaths as fresh tears brimmed your eyes. “Barbatos, I can’t...”

“Please,” he repeated gently.

You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, teardrops escaping your lashes, as Barbatos stood from the piano bench, your wrist still caught in his hold. He glided the fingers of his free hand over the keys, rich, ancient magic trickling into the ivory. It felt warm, making the nerves of his fingertips hum.

The piano keys began to move on their own, classical music filling the room.

You opened your eyes and stared the enchanted piano. “What are you doing?”

Barbatos stepped around the bench until he was standing in front of you.

“You said you had wanted to dance.”

Barbatos felt your pulse fluttering beneath the skin of your wrist. “What??” you exclaimed.

Barbatos released your wrist and bowed in front of you, utilizing every bit of high society etiquette he would have demonstrated in the ballroom below. “May I have the honor of this dance?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you stared wide-eyed while the music filled the quiet room. Barbatos waited, frozen in his bow, his gaze averted to the floor respectfully, until you finally found your voice. “B-but... Barbatos, look at me...”

And he did. But it wasn’t your dress that he stared at, or the deep stain of demonus against your skin.

It was your eyes.

“Please,” he repeated again. “Dance with me.”

You weren’t sure if you had nodded the slightest fraction, or if there was something in your eyes that betrayed you, something that Barbatos saw and took as acquiescence. But one moment he was bowed before you and the next, he was upright, closing the distance as he took your hand in his. He gently guided you closer to him, his other hand settling at your waist.

Barbatos was tall. He didn’t always seem like it when he stood next to Diavolo, or when you saw him from a distance. But now you were acutely aware of it as you stared at his chest, his neck, as you watched the gentle curve of his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. You looked everywhere but at his eyes, and Barbatos noticed. He let out of a soft chuckle and guided your chin up by the knuckle of his finger until you were looking at him.

“Eyes up. Or have you already forgotten all that we practiced together?”

You swallowed and gave a small shake of your head. “No, I haven’t forgotten.”

He smiled gently and eased you seamlessly into a calm waltz, the movements like second nature to him, as he kept his green eyes on you. You fell into it easily, partially due to his excellent leading and partially due to the weeks of practice you’d done together in preparation for the event. His movements were so smooth that it almost felt like floating, and you began to lose yourself to it, the stress of the evening falling away, unable to keep pace with the way Barbatos guided you through the music.

But even as he danced with you, the anxiety of your earlier confession lingered. It didn’t help that you were staring into his eyes, searching for any sign of true reciprocation within their depths. But he was as guarded as always, his kindness his mask. And you couldn’t help but wonder...

Did this mean anything to him? Or was this kind, intimate gesture of his purely one of sympathy, a subtle condolence for a denial that lurked behind unreadable eyes?

If so, then you didn’t want this. You didn’t want any of this. It was never about the dance. It was about the hope. It was the hope that made the bad days bearable and the good days feel like sunshine in a world of moonlight. The last thing you wanted was to have such a precious idea be turned into a painful one.

You braced yourself against his refusal, anticipating his inability to reciprocate. And deep down you knew... that once that gavel fell, your friendship with him would be forever changed, and you’d lose the one good thing that kept you here.

But the words never came. And as you danced, the music shifted, blending from a waltz to something gentler, slower, the tempo changing.

The dance changed with it. Barbatos brought you closer to him; close enough that his jawline brushed the top of your head; close enough that you could smell the familiar hint of spices and warm bread; and close enough to feel the palm of his hand flat against the small of your back. He swayed you gently back at forth, his steps moving the both of you in small circles.

Realization dawned. This was no longer a formal dance. This was a slow dance.

It was small. Gentle.

Intimate.

The thrumming of fear and anxiety shifted into one of excitement and hope, the fierceness of your yearning keeping your posture stiff. You kept your eyes trained on his collar, memorizing the details of it in an attempt to distract yourself from the feel of his hand holding yours, from the warmth of his touch tying knots in your stomach.

Barbatos could feel your tension in the way it made you taught like a bowstring, on the verge of snapping. You were guarded, hiding behind disbelief. But snapping was the last thing he wanted. More than anything, he needed to keep you from breaking, from shattering in his arms like glass that was heated too quickly.

So he waited patiently, keeping you close as he danced with you, allowing the close proximity and the beauty of the piano to weave itself past your defenses. You had to hope, you had to believe...

If you could believe... if he could pretend well enough and convince you...

Then you wouldn’t shatter.

And you wouldn’t leave.

And everything could continue as it should, as it was meant to.

The promise of the future helped to steel Barbatos’s resolve, to hide the guilt of what he was doing beneath the heavy weight of responsibility.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, his patience was rewarded in the form of your hand loosening its grip in his, of your body pulling closer until you were both touching, chest to chest. Finally, you laid your head against his shoulder, and Barbatos placed your hand to his chest as it rested beneath his own.

Now, it was safe to speak.

“I would miss you,” he confessed, “if you were to leave...”

The most believable lies were the ones that were dipped in truth. It was just another tactic to convince you.

So why did it feel as if he just exposed more than he wanted to? Why did those words leave him feeling... vulnerable?

There was a brief pause before you responded. “Would you?”

He could hear the doubt in your voice, and his hold on you tightened a fraction.

“I would,” he replied.

Still, your mind resisted even as your heart rejoiced at his touch, his words.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said.

“I know,” he replied.

“I don’t want you to pity me.”

“I assure you, I don’t.”

You pulled away just enough to stare into his absinthe eyes, hoping to be able to decipher their depths. But as always, he was unreadable, the emotions shifting beneath the surface like shadows.

“Barbatos...” you warned.

Barbatos forced a soft chuckle past his lips and brushed a few loose strands of your hair aside. His eyes followed his fingers as they traced the shape of your face from temple to chin.

“Tell me... where does such doubt come from? Do you truly not believe that I would feel your absence? Do you truly not realize the amount of space you take up in peoples’ hearts?” He forced out his next words on a smooth tongue, “In mine?”

Lies, lies, lies... they fell easily from his lips, yet they tasted sourly of regret.

Your jaw set in a stubborn line as you carefully tried to mold your hurricane of thoughts and feelings into words.

But Barbatos didn’t give you the chance. He tilted your chin up with his lingering touch and kissed you softly on the lips.

And just like that, your defenses finally vanished, melting away in the form of your body molding gently against his and your lips reciprocating the gentle pressure of his affection.

It was surprisingly pleasant, kissing you... it’d been so long since he’d allowed himself to indulge in another, that he’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. For the briefest of moments, the guilt was overshadowed by the warmth of your lips and the softness of your body against his.

But it returned in an instant, crushing in its force, as his eyes opened and your lips separated from his. You remained close, your eyes looking up into his, shining with vulnerability.

“Barbatos...” you whispered.

“Yes?” he replied just as softly.

“You kissed me...”

He gave a small, amused smile. “I did. Would you like me to do it again?”

“Yes. I mean... only if you want to...”

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you again, just as delicately as before. His lips lightly brushed over yours on their retreat, and you all but melted against him.

The warm wetness of fresh tears hit his thumbs, and he opened his eyes to stare down at you with veiled bewilderment.

“You’re crying,” he commented. “Why?”

You chuckled and pulled out of his hold to wipe your eyes. “Because I’m happy.”

Barbatos stared at you for a moment before responding. “You humans are so interesting...”

“Are you saying you’ve never cried tears of happiness?” you asked.

“I can confidently say I have not,” he replied. “Demon emotions are more... direct.”

“You demons are so interesting...” you teased.

Barbatos stared at you before chuckling with amusement. “I’m glad to see that your humor has returned after all.”

Just then, the familiar buzz of Barbatos’s DDD chimed in his pocket and he took it out to check it.

“Let me guess...” you said. “That’s Diavolo wondering where we are?”

“You are correct, of course.” Barbatos replied. “The event is still going. Do you feel well enough to return to it?”

“Um...” you hesitated and gestured at yourself and your gown.

“Of course,” Barbatos replied. “I have not forgotten. Come with me. As you know, tailoring is one of my many skills as a butler, and I have a collection of gowns that may suit you. Additionally, I am skilled in the art of makeup and hair styling as well. We will have you presentable in no time.” Barbatos hesitated. “That is, assuming you feel well enough to return to the ball.”

You stared at him for a moment, curiosity plainly written across your face. But instead of asking whatever question lurked, you nodded as you once again stepped into your duties in the way that Barbatos was so familiar with.

“I think I am. I know the Lords were expecting me. I’d hate to make a bad first impression for Diavolo.”

“I am glad to hear it. The Lords will find your resilience commendable.” Barbatos replied.

As he escorted you from the piano room, relief flooded his veins. As painful as it was, he’d made the right choice.

You were going to stay.

Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

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THE WEEKND SERIES: EARNED IT - JEON WONWOO

author’s note: i have been seeing so many tiktoks about the ball season in vienna and as someone who had a ball herself i got so much nostalgia from them, this is how this fic was born.

synopsis: royalcore at its finest; a dance of waltz with a certain familiar masked stranger.

word count: 0.5k | genre: fluff, royalcore | pairing: wonwoo x f! reader | warnings: mentions of dresses, reader is referred to as ‘madam’

the masterpost of this series can be found here.

the night was perfect. a sky full of stars, big colorful gowns, fancy black tuxedos, a palace with the greatest and finest architecture, delicately decorated by the biggest artists, shining lights of the chandeliers unraveling the main event of the building; a masked ball.

“pardon me, my mistake.” says a tall stranger while looking at you through his black mask, tiny dark crystals on it around his eyes, making every gaze focus on it. you bow as the etiquette requires, lowering your head while holding onto your own disguise by one hand, carefully putting your weight back onto your heels. “i am deeply sorry sir i should’ve looked in front of me. these masks are exceptionally brilliant, but make me partially blind, even with contacts on.” the man chuckles, nodding with his head to express his agreement, then he speaks. “i myself have a bad vision, so i can understand.” his giggles die down, in their place a cheeky grin making its way onto his features. “can i have this dance?” now it is his time to bow, his awaiting hand lightly hanging in the air. you take it, and in that moment you swear you feel a spark light up as the touch of his hand makes your heart warm and fuzzy. the music starts once more, and he pulls your figure flush against his own, taking the lead in your moves as you let yourself relax in his hold. “you are a good dancer, sir.” you note while looking up at him, to which he offers a slight smile, his mouth curling upwards ever so slightly. “you are not bad yourself, madam.” he replies while changing posture, getting ready for the big finale as you can tell. “shall we give others a show then?” he winks behind the piece covering his face and you nod in agreement, eyes sparkling. he lifts you up just enough to make you twirl, showing off your dress which in his opinion is the most breathtaking he has ever laid eyes on. upon finishing the waltz you get a round of applause as he makes you turn in the center of the polished wooden dancefloor one more time. “you are perfect.” he breathes out. “this is perfect.” his hands fall upon your mask, thugging on it gently in order to reveal your face. you do the same to his, now looking at his features, analyzing every detail of his nose, his moles, the creases under his eyes as he grins at you.

“can i?” he asks shyly, face inches away from yours. “you earned it.” you reply quietly and he doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, going in to kiss you swiftly but oh so gently, the grip on the masks loosening, letting them go.

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ladykailitha · 10 months

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 15

Hello! We finally get to Kenny’s plan and the last puzzle of the past drops into place. I’m not sure how much more of this story there is. I don’t want to rush the ending but it feels pretty close to me. If you have any ideas of what you would like to see before I get to the ending and the epilogue, put it in the comments or tags. I might not include all of them, but if I see something I like I’ll let you know.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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What Kenny’s plan was, no one knew and when they would ask, he would just smile at them.

But they really didn’t have time to dwell on whatever he was planning because Junior Prom was upon them and the four of them decided to go as group. Both Mandy and Edie were lesbians but they both knew if they showed up with other girls or even with each other, they would be turned away from the door. So Harri and Kenny were playing their beards so that they could go and have a little fun for a night.

Steve and Miri, Jeff’s wife, took the girls out shopping while while Eddie and Jeff took the boys out to get their tuxes.

Edie and Mandy tried on several dresses, with Edie deciding on long grey, almost Grecian style dress. But Mandy was at a loss before the seamstress came up with an idea.

She got together a few things and then shoved Mandy into the dressing room.

When Mandy walked out, Steve and Edie whistled and clapped. Mira looked her over with a raised eyebrow

“Damn, girl,” Edie said, “give us a twirl.”

Mandy spun slowly in place. She was wearing a long black shirt with the slits up the side that stop in the middle of her thigh. She had on a white tuxedo shirt and black suit jacket.

“If we nip the waist a little,” the seamstress was saying, “and give it a little bit more of an hour glass, it would be perfect.”

Mira stood up and walked over to her daughter. “Do you like it?”

Mandy chewed on her lip. “You don’t?”

Mira grabbed her by the shoulders. “That wasn’t the question, honey. It doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks, and that includes your dad. It passes that stupid fucking dress code list they gave us. Do. You. Like. It?”

Mandy nodded.

Mira turned to the seamstress. “How long will the alterations take?”

The seamstress cocked her and said, “Three days?”

Mira nodded. “Then we’ll buy the whole lot. Go pick out shoes and accessories, sweetie.”

Mandy jumped up and down excitedly. Edie grabbed her hand and they ran into the depths of the store to try on everything they could ever want to go with their dresses for prom.

“Ma’am?” the seamstress said. “Do you have the list with you? Of things that they have to adhere to?”

Mira shook her head.

“I do!” Steve said pulling it out of his pocket. “I brought it with me because I already tangled with the principal once this year, I figured two would be pushing it.”

He handed it to her.

The seamstress poured over the list very carefully. She grinned and turned to Mira.

“You want to make your daughter love you forever and still color inside the lines?”

Mira tilted her head. “I’m listening.”

After she told them her idea, Steve burst out laughing. “She’ll love it.”

Mira nodded. “Hell, yeah.”

The night of prom came along and everyone looked fucking fantastic. Kenny was in a traditional tux, while Harri paired his suit pants and black button up shirt with a leather jacket. The top three buttons were undone and he wore chains on his neck.

Edie paired her grey gown with a tarnished silver shrug jacket and matching kitten heels. She looked stunning, but the star of the night was Mandy. She wore black high heels with chunky crystal buckles on them which matched the rest of her jewelry. But what really set the outfit off was the tuxedo pants that she wore instead of the skirt.

The teacher at the door scoured the list for any sign that girls couldn’t wear slacks. But there wasn’t any and the teacher was forced to let them in. She scowled at them all for toeing the line without crossing it.

Edie and Harri stopped short when they saw who two of the parent chaperons were.

Standing on opposite sides of the gym trying to pretend the other wasn’t there were Steve and Eddie.

All three of Kenny’s friends turned to him in shock.

“How the hell did you managed that?” Mandy asked, her eyes wide.

Kenny chuckled. “My mom is president of the PTA and on the dance committee. She is two things.” He held up two fingers. “Charming and persistent. My dad uses her to get the stingiest people to open their wallets for his pet charities all the time. I just merely suggested that your dads would be the perfect people for the job and let her do the work.”

Harri and Edie exchanged a glance.

“Huh,” Harri said. “Could work. Especially if you make them stop ignoring each other.”

Kenny looked over at them standing there awkwardly. “That might be the hardest part, yes.”

Harri ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth as a plan formed in his head. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

He marched up to his dad. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to a chaperon?”

Eddie winced. “I was hoping to get out of it, if I’m honest.” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s mortifying!” Harri insisted. “I’m going to be the talk of the school on Monday on how my lame ass dad was standing there awkwardly all night while Edie’s dad gets to be the cool chaperon!”

Eddie’s head reared back. “Hey! I can be cool too.”

Harri crossed his arms and leaned back on his foot. “We both know that you have been cool a single day in your life. The closest you get to cool is by proxy. Being in a rock band and working with cool people on their albums.”

“You little punk!” Eddie teased back, ruffling his son’s hair. “I’ll show you who’s cool.”

Harri scoffed. “Mr Harrington looks cooler than you and he’s just standing there.”

Eddie looked over at Steve who was wearing a classic tux. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes wandered over the throng of bouncing teenagers.

“After all according to Uncle Jeff,” Harri said, driving the point home, “he was prom king, super popular, and was actually called King Steve...you can’t get much cooler than that.”

Eddie scowled. “And did Uncle Jeff mention he was a bully, too?”

Harri half shrugged. “Kept the real bullies from doing real damage is what I heard.”

Eddie frowned. Okay, yeah. Fine.

“I can be cool.”

Harri lifted his chin. “Prove it.”

Eddie brushed past him and marched over to wear to Steve was standing.

Harri’s friends came up to him.

“What was that about?” Mandy asked.

“Yeah,” Kenny said. “Whatever you said seemed to light a fire under his ass.”

Harri just grinned. “One thing my dad can’t stand is being called uncool. So I may have poked the bear a bit.”

Steve laughed and they all turned to see Eddie and him laughing at something Eddie had said.

“Congrats!” Edie said. “It worked.”

“Which means it’s party time!” Kenny said rubbing his hands together.

The other three cheered and got down to enjoying themselves.

Steve was going to get a migraine. Why did he agree to this? He had already caught three idiots trying to smuggle beer into the dance. This offended him greatly as he had managed to sneak in booze at all three dances he went to without being caught.

He just made sure that when he told the kid that, that he was out of hearing range of another chaperon or a student that might tattle. It was always the quiet ones you had look out for. They could be snitches or didn’t care and you were never sure which one you were going to get.

Eddie came up into him early in the dance and they had fun playing spot the idiot. Trying to figure out which ones had booze, which ones had weed, and which ones were out to do real harm.

Eddie actually managed to catch one kid with drugs. Actual drugs. They managed to confiscate it without alerting the principal or one of the other chaperons but that was a trip and half. One they weren’t going to tell their kids.

This was only one of the ‘highlights’ of the evening. The main one came when Edie saw Steve with a small plate of the little h'orderves and said something about it.

“I really hope that’s not all you’ve eaten today,” she said glaring at the plate.

Eddie who was nearby, frowned.

Steve scowled at her. “You had dinner with me earlier. You know it’s not.”

“But that was just a little meal to tide me over until I went out to eat with my friends,” Edie protested.

“And I ate more of it then you did,” Steve countered. “I’m fine, honey. Please just leave this alone. Go have fun with your friends. Don’t make tonight about this. Please.”

“I just don’t want you to faint again!” Edie hissed.

Steve turned and saw Eddie standing there. He turned to back her and said, “I’m done talking about this.”

He threw his food in the trash and stormed out the double doors. The banged shut behind him.

Edie gulped. Eddie raised an eyebrow at her and her shoulders slumped.

“I fucked up.”

“It certainly sounds that way,” Eddie said. “There is obviously something going on there, and you’re going to worry. But you have to understand, you’re his daughter. Not his wife or his mother or even his friend. You pushing him like this only making things worse.”

She folded her arms across her waist and looked away. “You sound like my therapist.”

Eddie scoffed. “Then maybe you should have been listening. Go back to your friends, Edie. Have fun. Stop being your dad’s keeper for a single night. Leave it to me.”

Edie nodded. “Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing.”

He went to go tell another chaperon that he was going out for a smoke and followed Steve out the double doors.

Steve was pissed. He had told her over and over again not say anything in front of other people. And yet, she still did it all the time. This was the last straw. There was no way that Eddie didn’t hear her.

Who was pretty much the last person Steve wanted to know. But it was out of the bag now. The question was to tell him why.

A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see the worried expression on Eddie’s face. Of course he was going to tell him. He deserved to know. He just wished it had been on his schedule.

Eddie sat down next to him on the ground and bumped him gently with his shoulder.

He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Steve, who took it gratefully. Eddie lit both their cigarettes and they smoked in silence for a moment.

“I was going to tell you,” Steve murmured. “About the time I collapsed. Fainted. Whatever. Just...”

“Not in a crowded gymnasium filled with horny teenagers?” Eddie asked.

Steve huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah.”

Eddie looked at him a moment before it clicked. He rolled his head back and licked his lips. “Fuck. It was just before Jay’s funeral, wasn’t it?”

Steve hung his head in shame. “I was at the airport on my way to England when I collapsed in the fucking boarding area.”

Eddie’s head snapped in Steve’s direction. “What?!”

“Edie doesn’t know about that part,” he admitted quietly. “Dustin told her that we were at the house when I fainted. I still don’t know how Dustin kept it out of the press. I suspect Nancy was involved.”

Eddie sighed. “What happened, Stevie?”

Steve let out a sob. “After Andy, I just got so depressed. So...broken. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I understand a lot people with depression actually sleep more. But not me. No, the Upside Down fucked that up too. Edie had just started school and Jeff had to take her.”

“Did he know why?” Eddie asked, gently. He wouldn’t be mad at Jeff if he knew about what happened and he didn’t. Look, he was fucked up, but he wasn’t that fucked up, you know? It was very personal for Steve and if Jeff and Dustin were the only people who knew, then Eddie was grateful damn it.

Steve shook his head. “Not until after the funeral.”

Eddie closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “I’m guessing he took Edie in while you were in the hospital?”

Steve nodded. “Dustin and Suzie couldn’t take her because he had to run the company. After the hospital I was put into on of those fancy rehab centers. Not for drugs or alcohol–”

“For your eating,” Eddie said getting it instantly.

Steve lifted his head as he tried to choke back tears. “Apparently the sports and my parents and the whole fucking Upside Down gave me a really unhealthy relationship with eating.”

Eddie flicked his cigarette out on the pavement and wrapped his arm around him. “I’m sorry you went through all that, sweetheart.”

Steve just started sobbing into his arm, unable to stop once the tears began.

“I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “I’ve got you.” He kissed the top of Steve’s head fiercely. “I’m here now. It’s not okay and maybe it never will be, but I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

After awhile, Steve’s sobs slackened and he just finally relaxed.

“I didn’t tell you,” he murmured, “because I was afraid that if you knew, you’d pity me. I didn’t want to guilt you into being with me.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You still...”

Steve nodded. “But not yet. I can’t–I just...not yet.”

Eddie hugged him tighter. “Oh sweetheart, I waited twenty years thinking you didn’t return my feelings, I think I can wait at least that knowing that you do.”

Steve took the ring off his hand and slipped it back on Eddie’s right hand, where it belonged. “This is my promise to you. I do want to be with you. Just...I need more time.”

Eddie looked at the ring on his finger and smiled up at Steve. “We’ll still be friends, right?”

Steve let out a watery laugh. “Oh yeah! You’ve got me for life, Munson. You’ll find I’m like a cockroach that way. You’ll never be rid of me now.”

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, okay. I think I can work with that.”

Steve lurched to his feet. “We should probably get back in there before someone decides to burn the school down.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, there is probably a version of me in there and I shouldn’t leave them alone for very long.”

Steve laughed too. “Yeah, but it’s the prom king you should look out for.”

Eddie put his arm around Steve’s shoulder and led them back into the gym. “Yeah, why’s that?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I saw him spike the teachers’ table’s punch.”

Eddie blinked. “You mean the punch that was already eighty percent alcohol?”

Steve hummed in response.

“Dead god,” Eddie said wide-eyed. “Those poor teachers are going to have the worst hangovers tomorrow.”

“Not you?” Steve asked, leaning into the warmth that was Eddie Munson.

“Nah, babe,” he said, pulling out a hip flask. “Rule number one of any high school dance is never trust the punch.”

Steve laughed as they walked back through the double doors and back to the dance.

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"You've been staring at me for a while. What are you thinking?" Chaco turns the rest of his body so that he's now sitting fully facing you.

"I don't trust you," you declare simply. That was you, wasn't it? Not one to beat around the bush and carrying yourself like a school teacher, all proper and head held high. But there was a whimsical air around you that anyone who spent plenty of time with you would notice, and he has spent plenty. Put simply, you were like a character from a dramatic comedy. The seeming straight, no-nonesense friend with a soft and caring heart.

He quirks a brow and leans forward. "Oh? Why is that?"

"You smile too much," you say, folding your hands on the table and also leaning forward. "And your smiles are too perfect. I'm willing to bet that you're hiding something. No one can smile always perfectly."

"But what if that's how I am? Besides, there's always something to smile about. Like our lord."

Unwillingly, your lips pull up into a smile. "Can't argue with that," you concede. "But then, what else are you thinking that makes you smile?"

"Have you always been this curious about me? Can't get me out of your thoughts?" he teases.

"Yes. You're very interesting." Another simple declaration from you, the whimsical, no-beating-around-the-bush you. You even bob your head in a nod!

The almost deadpan delivery makes him want to laugh, but at the same time, he feels his cheeks start to warm. So, to hide the fluster, he lets out that laugh and rests his chin in his palm. "You know, I could say the same for you too. You're not like most of the other skaters here. If anything, you and Tuxedo Sam's Fragaria might get along."

"No offense to him, but no thanks."

That makes him laugh, much harder than before. He actually turns his body so he could double over, which causes him to miss your satisfied smile and small giggle. Once he's done laughing, he says, "The others are going to love hearing that. Say, did you know you can get a special type of ice cream down the street?"

"I knew it! This is banana ice cream!"

Chaco just smiles as he bites into his spoonful.

"You said there was a special type of ice cream sold here, but this flavor is common," you say.

"Take another bite," he says.

You narrow your eyes and stare at him for a second too long before taking another bite. Your eyes then widen. "Oh! There's a frozen banana slice in here."

"And that's what makes this ice cream special. The other parlors in the area don't have this trait, see?"

You mull it over, taking another bite of ice cream, and nod. "Mmyeah."

And that's how things are between the two of you. Whenever he suggests something, you would take his word for it. Of course, it was not without staring at him for a second too long, as though you could parse the truth out of him by searching his grey eyes. Despite "tricking" you many times (always harmless tricks, mind you), you never backed down.

That brings us to now: the two of you sitting on swing sets staring at the dawning sky, after Chaco said he knew of a quiet place with a great view of the sunrise.

"A while ago, you said you didn't trust me," he says. "Do you still not trust me?"

"Yes."

The way the answer is delivered so whimsically serious makes his smile genuine. "But you still hang out with me. Shouldn't you be more wary?"

"Yes, but if I'm too wary, I wouldn't be able to get to the bottom of what exactly is making you untrustworthy."

How paradoxical, he thinks. Not to mention, it was dangerous of you explain your plan so plainly to the very person you wanted to know more of.

The strangeness of you was so amusing just as it made you so endearing.

"So far, I've figured out that you like pulling friendly and clever pranks, and that you're not entirely untrustworthy. As a Fragaria, you would have the want to protect your lord and the kingdom, but even if you weren't, I can't see you as someone who enjoys hurting people. Whenever we hang out, nothing malicious happens."

"But what if the next thing we do does hurt you?"

"You wouldn't want it to happen and you wouldn't let it. That's not you. Besides, I'd be disappointed. I look forward to whatever silly surprise you have for me."

Chaco considers this. "So you hang out with me because you look forward to that?"

"That's half of it. The other half is that it's just very nice hanging out with you, even if we don't do anything exciting." You pause for a moment to admire the changing hue of the sky. "Like now."

The sun is now beginning to peek over the trees. Chaco immediately thinks of how perfect you look smiling under the golden light.

He likes gullible people, but you are a very special and very interesting exception.

#EDIT: I changed the dialogue at the final section--didn't like how it turned out initially #chaco (fragaria memories)#fragaria memories #A/N: I don't know what came over me. The scenario immediately came to me after seeing Chaco's countdown art #I just knew I had to get the scenario down asap #I'm tagging this as a reader fic--there was no specific character in mind. Just a character called “you”#anyways I'll see you all after *checks clock* some hours pass in which I'm asleep #fragaria memories reader #fragaria memories x reader

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 1 year

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Welcome Home - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Okay so I know a handful of people have done this, but I am a sore sucker for hurt Roger. Roger comes home from their first big tour and he's in pain from the constant physical demand of being a drummer. Also a little bit of angst but mainly fluff then soft smut near the end.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, pain (none inflicted by anybody, but if you are not a fan of reading about people in pain then skip this one), anxiety, smut (penis in vagina sex, riding, dirty talk/mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, no aftercare), note: the smut is fairly vanilla/soft, so if you aren't a fan of having the vagina referred to as a 'cunt' then you're fine to read this.

Word count: 4.1k

Enjoy!

The crowd which surrounded you was yelling like you had never heard before. You were so proud of the kind of fanbase the band had attracted for themselves. The boys hadn't appeared on stage yet, and you knew all four band members were freaking out. They were about to perform at The Rainbow Theatre in London. Groups like The Who, Genesis, Jimi Hendrix and David Bowie had played there in the past, all people who influenced the guys. You were nervous for them, but you knew they would do excellent.

Roger sits on a fold-out chair, carefully removing the wraps from his fingers. Luckily his sores had healed since the last show. His back still aches along with involuntary tremors from anxiety. The Rainbow was one of the most famous theatres in London. In their eyes, if you played at The Rainbow, you made it.

“Have a beer, Roger. Might calm you down,” Brian suggested. “Don’t want a fuckin’ beer,” Roger replied hoarsely. Not only were they about to play in front of a sold-out show of 2,802 people, but the whole set was also going to be broadcasted on The Old Grey Whistle Test and the radio, as well. Beer wasn't going to help the nerves.

Brian let out a sigh before taking a sip of his Coca-Cola. “Well, at least you have Y/n to watch,” he said. You haven't been able to watch the entire tour while you were stuck at home in London due to work, so you were glad you were able to watch the last show. “That's the worst part,” Roger mutters. “What if I mess up? I’ll humiliate myself in front of her and half of fuckin’ London.”

“You’ll be fine, Roger. We made plenty of mistakes on stage throughout the tour. And if you make a mistake tonight, who cares? Whos going to notice and print on next week's paper ‘Queens drummer Roger Taylor messed up on stage’?” Brian asks in his fake coach-like tone. “Nobody. And especially not Y/n.

Roger slowly looks up at Brian, removing his face from his palms. “Youre right,” he says. “Now let's go up on stage,” Brian grins as he gives roger a hand and all four head out of the dressing room.

You watch as the house lights begin to dim. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the camera crew and radio men made sure everything was correct. You watch as a man in a white tuxedo comes out onto the stage, it was Bob Harris. You had spoken to him before, he was kind.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Queen!” he says proudly before you hear the familiar sound of Brian's guitar. You were amazed by the show. The use of colourful lights and smoke was perfect. You hadn't seen the boys play on such a big stage like this. You were so proud of them.

As the show comes to an end, Brian begins playing strong power cords along with some feedback from the amps. Roger bangs hard on the drums, and you watch as he knocks them over. He furiously throws them off the drum risers, Freddie and John getting out of the way just in the nick of time. That wasn't like him. Sure, he had an anger issue and often had tantrums over things, but he never took things out in front of fans.

You feed your way through the crowd, finding the side door which was guarded by a crew member. You flash your VIP card at them and you are quickly let in. You are greeted by Freddie cautiously sipping on cold water, while Brian was icing his fingertips. “You guys were great!” you praise them before addressing the situation on stage. “Thank you, my dear,” Freddie replies through gulps. He finishes his cup before he stands up and gives you a hug. “Roger can’t wait to see you,” he tells you. “About Roger. Where is he?” you ask since he wasn't in the dressing room.

“You saw his little outburst. He might be in the bathroom or one of the dressing rooms down the hall,” he tells you, and you thank him. “Tell me everything about the tour later, I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit!” you say with a smile as you leave the dressing room on the hunt for Roger.

You pass by his roadie and close friend, Chris “Crystal” Taylor. “Crystal, have you seen Roger?” you ask. “He’s in dressing room five. I tried to talk to him but he told me to leave him alone,” he tells you. “Thanks,” you reply and go down the hall to dressing room five.

You knock lightly, unconsciously not wanting your knock to sound masculine so you wouldn't be sent away immediately. You hear a groan from the other side of the door. Roger was sat on a small couch, gripping his hair in anger while his feet stomped. He had already disorganized the entire counter along with kicking any piece of furniture he could find. “Roger,” you say as you slowly open the door.

He perks up at the sound of your voice. “Y/n?” he asks. He stood up, seeing your worried gaze staring back at him. He hugs you with the force of a thousand lost men. “I missed you so much…” he whispered into your ear. His angered and broken voice rang throughout your head, and you hug him back.

“I’m so sorry. I got angry on stage, and- and I broke the kit, and you had to see me like that,” Roger says. “I was just so nervous about playing in front of everybody, and I didn't want to disappoint you and I did exactly what I was trying not to do,” he whimpered into your neck. All his outward anger was gone. All that was in his heart was remorse.

“Roger,” you say, taking his cheeks into your palms and looking at him. You use your thumbs to slowly wipe away the tears. “You didn't disappoint me,” you tell him. “You did amazing. I just knew you would,” you smile.

Roger slowly smiles back at you as tears form in his eyes again. It was so hard to be away from you for so long. His strong and callused hands grip your waist and his shaky breath blew against your lips. He slowly kisses you, tears running down his face as his eyelids meet. You missed his touch. You missed his kisses. You wished that your welcome home to him was under different circumstances. He parts from the kiss, his face returning to the crook of your neck as he begins to cry. You heard his voice breaking as sobs come from him.

“Baby, why are you crying?” you ask as you gently run your hands through his sweaty hair. “I just missed you so much…” he whispered. “And… and I don’t deserve you…” he confesses. Every day he questions why you haven't left him yet.

It takes you every ounce of strength in your body not to start crying with him. “Don't say that, my love” you tell him. You place a kiss on his cheek as you feel his shaky grip become tighter around you. You have seen Roger in emotional states like this, but he had never presented himself to be this vulnerable before.

You bring his gaze to yours, yet again wiping the tears from his eyes. “Let's go home,” you say. “But- the after party,” he says, and you shut him up with a single finger on his lips. “Your well-being is more important than an after-party,”

After a couple of gentle kisses on the lips and forehead, and two or more tears shed, Roger agrees to go home.

You arrive home with Roger. He sighs as he enters the apartment, and he slowly removes his shoes and jacket. “Are you hungry? I can order some food if you’d like,” you suggest, and he nods. “Japanese, please,” he says. “I was going to order that. I know it's your favourite,” you smile and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “You go get changed while I order it,” you tell him. Roger walks off and enters your shared bedroom. He hadn't been there in months. It was exactly as he left it, maybe a bit cleaner, but still the same comforting bedroom.

He changes into a t-shirt and sweatpants. It had been ages since he wore comfortable clothes. Most nights he ended up sleeping in his leather pants and button-up because he was too exhausted or drunk to change.

You walk into the bedroom, Japanese food in hand and you see Roger laying stomach-first on the bed. “The food is here,” you tell him as you shake him out of his half-awake state. “Oh,” he says groggily and sits up. He takes his portion of the food and begins eating after he thanked you.

“Tell me all about the tour,” you tell him with a smile.

“The fucking tour…” Roger muttered. “I was great and all, but physically it was horrible,”

“What do you mean?” you ask as you slowly place a hand on his back. Roger hisses as you touch the sensitive muscles on his back. “That-” he says. You frown. “My whole body hurts. My back, my hands, my legs. Pretty sure I sprained my ankle. First I tried painkillers, but they only helped for a bit. I tried drinking, and I tried drugs. It helped for a bit, but when I come down from it everything hurts again. Fuck- jerking off didn't even help. Fred said it would but it didn't,”

You could hear the pain and frustration in his voice. “Rog, baby, if you were hurting all tour you should have asked to go home early,” you tell him. “I wanted to, believe me, I did. But I couldn't, the band depended on me, just like I depend on them. Plus every show was sold out. I couldn't leave.

“Why don’t I run you a bath?” you suggest. “The hot water might help ease your muscles, then we can go to bed,” you tell him.

“You think that will help?” he asks. “It should help your muscles, at least. I’ll bandage your ankle up and if your pain gets any worse we can go to the doctor,” you say. “I’d like a bath, then,” he smiles softly. “Okay,” you tell him and gave him a kiss before you stood up and walked to the bathroom to run the bath.

About 10 minutes later Roger looks up from his book when you walk into the bedroom. He rips off his reading glasses and puts away the book he was reading. He hated his reading glasses, you loved how they looked. He never believes you, of course.

“Bath is done,” you tell him. He stands up from the bed and follows you to the bathroom. He sees as you put epsom salt and some bubbles into the water and mix it with your hand. “Thank you, baby,” he smiles and gives you a warm kiss before he undressed and got into the tub. You couldn't help but watch. You hadn't seen him naked in almost 3 months besides the naughty polaroid photos he left behind for you. But, right now was not the time for lust. Your job as his partner was to comfort him.

Roger hisses as he leans down into the scorching hot water. “Too hot?” you ask worriedly. “Little bit, but that’s probably good,” he says. He slowly adjusts to the temperature and leans his head back onto the cold tile.

The two of you had shared baths before. Roger had suggested it once a while back as a bonding moment. He made it quite romantic. There were much more bubbles than the current bath, and he poured you both a glass of wine with candles. Even if it felt a bit cheesy, you loved it.

“I’ll be in the bedroom when you're done,” you tell him and stand up to leave. “Y/n,” he says, grabbing your dry hand with his wet one. “Don’t leave,”

You look down at him, his wide, remorseful eyes staring back at you. “You're doing all this stuff for me, getting food, running me a bath. If I were you I’d be struggling to keep my hands to myself,” he says. “It's nice to have a welcome home like this, so stay. The last thing I want is to not be able to see you, or hear your voice, or smell you…”

If you weren't his girlfriend, you’d be creeped out by the last sentence. But you had to admit, you felt the same. Even just a reminiscing smell that was similar to Rogers's cologne or sweat brought you comfort.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” you smile. You sit down on the floor mat, still holding his hand in yours. “Is the bath helping?” you ask. “A bit. It does feel nice on my muscles,” he replies. “Maybe you could give me a massage after?”

“Is that an excuse to have my hands all over you?” you tease with a smirk. “Partly,” he grins and gives you a superficial kiss as he purses his lips at you. You laugh and nudge him a bit. “Creep,” you joke. “You can't deny it, you love that creep,” he barks back at you. He always made you blush, even with the simplest of words.

Roger slowly brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing your hand gently before resting his cheek against it. “I love you…” he whispers. You smile softly. “I love you too,” you whisper back. You lean over, giving him a slow and loving kiss. “Why don't you join me?” he asks, using his hand to tap the water a bit. “I already showered today,” you tease. Roger groans with a smirk. “You always play hard to get,” he chuckles.

Roger stayed in the tub for almost forty-five minutes before he gave you the queue he was ready to get out. You handed him a towel and he wrapped it around his waist. “Don't forget that massage,” he grins. “Don’t worry, I didn't,” you giggle. He was always so needed sometimes.

You lead him back to the bedroom once you grabbed the massage oil from under the bathroom sink. He lays down on the bed, taking off his towel as he did. You could feel the smirk on his face. “Cover your arse,” you tell him, even if it was cute. “You're no fun,” he laughs and puts the towel back on.

You put the tiniest amount of oil on your hands, rub it between your palms to warm the liquid before gently rubbing it up and down Roger's back. “Where does it hurt, baby?” you ask. “My upper back, near my shoulders, and my spine,” Roger says while burying his face into his arms. You begin kneading his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his muscles. “Fuck-” he groans. “Hurts?” you ask. “Yes,” he mutters. “Sorry,” you reply, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. “It's okay.”

You knead his muscles slower, adding less pressure so you could ease him onto it. You worked on one section, and once Roger gave you the okay, you added a bit more pressure, and then more after. He groans again as you push harder. “I’m sorry,” you say. “No- no, keep going,” he whispers. “Fuck-” he growled.

It felt so good but hurt at the same time. “You’re great with your hands, Y/n,” he tells you. “In multiple ways,” he smirks. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you laugh.

After half an hour or so of massaging, you were finally done, and by the time you had finished, Roger was almost asleep. “You’re done, love,” you whisper to him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. That was able to wake him up from his light sleep. “Thank you, babe…” he mumbled as he pushed himself up. He sighs as he moves his spine. “It feels much better,” he smiles, and you smile back at him. “I’m glad it does,” you tell him, and give him a kiss on the lips.

Roger sits up, taking the towel from his behind and wrapping it around his waist once again. “You know,” he says, looking over at the clock on your nightstand. “The night isn't over yet,” he smirks. You knew exactly what he meant. “You're right, it isn't,” you say. “I have another welcome home gift for you,” you hum before you kiss him. It was gentle and soft. You always played hard to get with him, even if Roger acted as if he hated it, it made the night feel even more erotic.

Rogers' hands make their way to your waist, gripping your shirt before they venture under the fabric. “Somebody is needy,” you tease. “I haven't seen you… in months. Of course, I'm needy,” he says between kisses. You shiver at his touch. Even if you loved teasing him, you couldn't resist him either.

Your hands run down his bare chest as the kiss becomes more sensual. Roger was always the first one to use his tongue, and you didn't mind, especially right now. “You know,” you begin through a small moment of a parting of your lips. “When you were gone…” you whisper, trailing your kisses down his neck to suck hot sores onto his skin. “I used to ride my pillow… pretending it was you,”

Shivers went through Roger's body as you spoke. He held back a moan, letting out a soft groan instead. “Yeah? What other dirty things did you do while I was gone?” he asks against your ear while his hands tried to undress you. “I’d moan your name as if you were in the room,” you tell him, letting the lewd noises of your wet kisses echo through his ears. “I’d touch myself in the shower and pretend it's your hand…” you whisper. “I’d even go as far as touching myself while reading your interviews in magazines,”

“Fuck…” Roger whimpered. He was already hard as a rock at the thought of you doing all those outlandish things just because you missed him. “Well, the real thing is here, now. No need to pretend,” he hummed. He takes off your shirt and shudders as he cups your bra. He bit his lip at the sight of your breasts. He had looked at them in the dirty polaroid you gave him, but finally seeing them in person, even with a bra, felt so rewarding. “I need you, baby…” he whispered.

You push him down onto the bed. You were much more forceful than you had ever been. “I love when you beg,” you grinned. You begin undoing your pants after Rogers's many failed attempts. “Please…” he whimpered. “I jerked off almost every night to that little sexy photo I have of you… just wasn't the same-” he says breathily.

Once your pants were off, which felt like forever for Roger, you straddle his hips. He hisses as your panties rub against his cock. “Baby- please…” he begs. “Please, what?” you ask in your menacing teasing tone. “Please fuck me,” Roger says. He wasn't afraid to beg. If he had to beg you to get what he wanted, he would. You grin. You slowly remove your underwear and toss them to the side. It took every ounce of strength in Roger's body not to grab your panties and smell them.

You lift your hips, letting his tip run through your folds. You were already soaking wet for him. “Shit-” Roger mutters. His tip twitched against your wetness. You reach behind yourself, slowly unclipping your bra and sliding it off. The desperate and amazed look on Roger's face almost made you laugh. He looked like a child in a candy store. Rogers' shaky hands reach up to gently cup your breasts. His thumbs run over your nipples and he watches as they become pointy in his hold.

“Are you ready?” You ask in a similar fashion to how he asked you the first time you had sex. “I’ve been ready,” he huffs. You smirk at the desperate look on his face. You feel Roger's hands slowly run down to your hips, ready in position to help guide you. You slowly sink down onto his cock once you aligned his tip with your entrance. You let out a whine as he finally goes inside you. You have used dildos occasionally while he was gone, but it never felt the same.

“Fuck, baby…” Roger groaned as you squeeze around his length. His hands grip your waist, knuckles on the verge of going white. His hands and your body begin to move in unison. “Oh, Roger…” you whisper between soft moans. Your hips slowly move up and hit down onto Roger's pelvis. The first bounce of many made you whine and made Roger bite back a moan.

“Faster…” Roger begs quietly, and you comply. You needed to be faster, you needed him. His hands helped your hips move as you rode him. You were weak with arousal, and it took great strength to move your hips.

Every movement sent waves through your body, rewarding Roger with the sound of your sweet moans every time his cock hit just the right spot inside you. “You feel so good, baby…” Roger whispers before letting out a groan. His head was swimming. Every time he watched the way your breasts moved with your hips, or how his cock disappeared inside of you, he moaned almost femininely.

By now, you were bouncing on Roger like it was your last day on Earth. And your moans were erotically loud. Roger shouted obscenities that would have his mother fuming from the unholy words, but neither of you cared. You needed each other more than you needed air. You needed each other's body and soul. You knew that after this night, not only would you both be sore, but you would have an angry note from your elderly neighbour the next morning.

“Babe- fuck, I’m close…!” you moan. Your face was unpleasing to you, with your eyebrows scrunched together and your mouth hanging open. Roger loved the sight, but, he could barely look because he was engulfed in pleasure. It was a strain to open his eyes.

“Cum for me, love,” Roger tells you. “Cum,” he repeats. You couldn't feel your body besides the constant pleasuring feeling of Rogers' length plunging in and out of you. You had lost full control of your hips, but the rewarding feeling was too strong to stop. “Cum all over my cock,” it was so erotic to say something like that, although it wasn't the worst of the dirty talk that Roger had in store. But, it was enough for you to finally go over the edge.

You moan loudly as Roger's cock hits just the right spot, and you tighten around him. “Fuck!” you moan, along with multiple other forms of The Lord's name used in vain. Roger groans as your walls squeeze around his length. “Y/n…!” he moaned before his cum spewed into you. You were both wet and sticky with each other's arousal. It felt disgusting but you loved it.

Roger pulled you against his chest, groaning into your neck as he gripped your hair. His arms were around you in a bear hug, chest heaving against yours with a silent promise to never let you go.

“Rog…” you whisper. Roger took a moment to answer, he could hardly breathe. “Y-yes?” he asks. “I love you…” that made him smile. “I love you, too…” he whispers back.

You didn't dare to move, and neither did Roger. “I don't have it in me for a second round, baby…” you whisper. “It's okay, me either,” he huffs. You slowly lift your head from the crook of his neck, you see the weak smile on his lips and you couldn't help but smile back. You kiss him, gently like before. “Want me to-” he hisses as you slowly lift your hips, removing his length from your pussy. “Want me to clean you up?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. You roll over, resting your head in your hand as your look at him. Roger's hand gently caresses your cheek, twirling a strand or two of hair around his finger. You noticed the sores on his fingers where calluses usually were, but you didn't comment on it.

You were so beautiful, sometimes he didn't believe that you were his. He often questioned his religion because of you. He didn't understand how he could be given such a goddess-like being like yourself without the help of some higher deity to bless him with such a gift.

“Now can you tell me about the tour?” you ask, and he smiles. “Sure,” he says, and he began rambling on about the great time he had in America, leaving out the parts about his pain. You had helped him with his wounds, and he finally felt at peace again.

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abravesoul03 · 4 months

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SWEET LITTLE LIAR

TSUBAKILL MOMO X FEM READER X YUMERI

Warnings: (mean gangster reader?/ Reader owns a club/ plays poker/ mention of drinking/ Reader giving death threats)

A/N: To the lovely sweetheart who requested this, I hope you like it. I just totally wrote this in one sitting, I wasn't really sure how to end it, kinda feels like a cliffhanger. But I wouldn't mind doing a part 2 if you guys liked. hope you love the genre I picked♥️🫂.

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"hmm pay up, whimp."

"NO! I will not accept this?! You fucking cheated Y/N Ishiriki! You are a dirty cheater. There's no way I could have lost! I had all 3 pictures!?"

The guy in front of you had just lost a million's of dollars to you. Y/N Ishiriki, the only daughter of Nagasa Ishiriki.One the best poker player and also the owner of half of the established night clubs in Kyoto. Your father was well known for his playing skills. Soon he passed, but before he did he managed teach you some of the best techniques to poker.

"tsk, Raymond~" With the click of your tongue in an instant, the bodyguard who was standing beside the door had the guy Infront of you in a chokehold.

"Listen here, this is my club I make the rules and besides you did sign the contract. If you lose pay your wage if not then, only your body will be sent back to your wife. So what is it gonna be?"

Your tone sent shivers down the guys spine.

It was true, he had all 3 pictures in his pile of cards. It could have been a solid win for him as your card pile only contained of hearts and spades. But how did he lose?

"o-ok f-fine please let me go I'll pay, I'll pay."

You snapped your fingers as the bodyguard let him go.

"good, now wasn't that easy? I'm giving you exactly 24 hours. Now get out of my fucking face, Go." The guy ran out from the room.

"pathetic~"

It was no doubt that you were one of the best poker player ever. No one could beat you. You had talent and luck on your side.

But your luck isn't always present, still you had a few tricks up your sleeves.

A few Ace cards tucked under your shirt, pulled out when needed. Or maybe having the security camera perfectly angled at your challengers cards and being able to observe them from your phone.

You took a sip from your cocktail glass. The alcoholic drink burning a little as went down your throat. You recollected the pokers cards and chips from your previous game and shuffling them up for the next challenger.

"Who's next?"

"We have someone named Momo Koyama, with Chikada Yumeri. Their playing doubles with your boss."

"A duo huh? This will be fun, the more the merrier hmm~"

A smirk alighted from your lips, at the thought of winning from a duo. Which means you'll get double the pay.

"Let them in."

Your bodyguard opened the door of the private room as two women dresses in perfect looking tuxedos came in. One with long ash grey hair with bangs and another one with a red shoulder length bob cut.

"Take a seat Momo, Yumeri."

Both of them took a seat opposite from you.

"My rules are simple, If you lose pay your wage. The amount will be fixed at the end. If you don't pay your wage then it'll most definitely be the last time you'll be breathing. Agreed ladies?"

You talked as you begin shuffling the cards.

"Hold up, we want something in return if we win."

The girl with red hair spoke up. You looked up from the deck of card in your hands with narrow eyes.

"Something in return? Hmm fine ask for whatever you want, but I do highly doubt it that you'll win. It's ok ask away."

The girl looked at the other sitting beside her as they noded to eachother.

"The thing that me and Yumeri want is..... Your club, money, equipment under our names. Even you. To put it easier you'll be our personal slave little cheater."

Your eyes darted a questioning look over to the girl with long hair but soon gained composure.

Yes it was a little surprising, her request seemed off but whatever there's no way you'll lose, right?

"Fine then, Marcus get me the agreement."

Your assistant got out the freshly printed agreement papers from the printer and handed them to Momo and Yumeri.

Making your opponents signing this agreement is a way you'd use to threaten them later on.

"please sign here and here."

Marcus directed them and they did.

"shall we start ladies?"

"bring it on Y/N Ishiriki."

You gave the deck your finest shuffle and handing them out. 5 cards for each player.

Your heart sank a little as you saw your pile. But still maintaining your poker face, you set out first card. 9th of hearts.

Yumeri placed a 7th of spades followed by Momo with 5th of hearts. Everything seemed normal.

You decided to check your phone which was snuggly hidden under the table.

The screen showed 'no signal'

Now that almost gave you an heart attack. Why wasn't your camera working? Now how are you supposed to know the cards that they both have. Are they gonna win against you? It's ok if luck wasn't on your side, then your talent will, right?

It was the 4th round everything went smoothly, your hopes of winning rising.

You placed your 4th card out it was a picture card. Your last card was an Ace card and you were saving it for the last round.

By looking at the card that you just placed, both Yumeri and Momo shared a knowing smirk. As they both placed double Ace cards each. That means only one thing.

"d-double ban ban?!" Your voice nearly piercing everyone's eardrums in the room.

Momo got up from her seat getting closer to you.

"Your not the only one knows how to cheat Ishiriki." She whispered fishing out phone from under the table and snapping it in half.

"Let's just say we got a little help from our Sayaka Maeda in jamming your little security cam. Besides it's not nice cheat isn't it Y/N?"

"just like, it said in the agreement.... Now you have nothing, nothing but us sweet little liar."

Yumeri now spoke up as Momo pulled out a hidden Ace from your shirt's pocket.

-THE END-

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raplinesmoon · 1 year

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let’s talk about it: bts’ closets

It’s late lol and I was inspired by Sunny @minisugakoobies latest poll about borrowing BTS’s clothes, but it got me thinking hard about their actual style and how great it is!! I feel like they all have such distinct personalities that come through in the way they dress, and if I had all the money (and style sense) in the world, here are the outfits from each member I would want to steal:

BTW, I would love everyone else’s input on the outfits they would steal!! (drop me an ask)

Namjoon

Can we just talk about the yellow daisy shirt? Because it’s literally fucking perfect. I think I love it almost as much as I love Namjoon, and I love that man. It’s the perfect piece that adds some interest without making too much of a statement, and it’d look so cute styled with so many other things. i love that he matched the shoes to it too. If I saw anyone wearing this, I would offer to wife myself immediately. The second outfit? I would steal it bc I literally have it. I have it and I wore this same combo - sneakers, plain shirt, grey long coat, and jeans to the art museum. So Namjoon is basically my boyfriend already you see.

Seokjin

Lowkey, I feel like we don’t give Seokjin enough credit for his sweatshirt collection. He has one of the best sweatshirt collections among the members. think it’s his staple piece, and it totally fits the cosy boyfriend vibe he exudes. Like what other man looks as equally adorable and hot wearing a fluffy bear on their shirt? Let me know. I like how he pairs them with both trousers and jeans depending on the mood of the outfit, esp as someone that loves sweatshirts too. Every once in a while though, he busts out a piece like the jacket in the second pic and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor bc I NEED IT.

Yoongi

If there’s one word I’d use to describe Yoongi wearing anything, it’s effortless. He could be wearing a paper bag and look like he walked off a runway. I like how his casual sense of style really showcases how beautiful he actually is. Like the outfit in the first pic is so simple, but he’s literally glowing in it?! Proof that self-confidence goes a long way. Also we just need to talk about the LV sweatshirt bc he pulls it off even though it’s not his typical style, and I love the pop of color in an otherwise plain outfit (would I wear it on the first day of class if I was still in college? yes)

Hoseok

No bc let’s actually talk about it: Hoseok is a fashion god. I’ve never come across anyone with a better eye for style than him. He’s bold, expressive, and not afraid to take risks and I love that. He can take the most cacophonous pieces and somehow make them work. Like if you step back and look at the first outfit - none of those pieces should work together. At all. But they do bc he knows how to blend patterns and colors. Also making a bold claim that this man knows his way around some denim bc it looks so good on him - the way he pairs navy on navy in the second fit without it looking like a Canadian tuxedo is beyond me (I NEED THOSE PANTS!).

Jimin

We can’t even talk about Jimin without talking about his iconic Chelsea boots and leather jackets. We love a man who knows the value and importance of styling outfits with statement pieces in mind. Also proof of how a well-made good quality garment can stretch a long way when it comes to style. But also?? Can we talk about his accessories?? Bc they’re wonderful. From the hat to the cute bag in the first fit - he really puts thought into the details and those little things are what pulls his outfit together.

Taehyung

I know I said I’d steal Namjoon’s clothes, but these pics of Tae have me rethinking my vote entirely. Tae’s style is driven by such a strong creative vision - he knows the look he wants to execute and he delivers on theme every single time, despite how different the two outfits are. I’m in love with the patterned shirt from the first outfit that breaks up the blocks of color (thought out like a true artist Mr. Vantae). And then the paint splotches on the second outfit? Amazing. Also big ups to Tae bc he supports sweater vests and I am the number one sweater vest enthusiast (they make everybody look cute and cosy).

Jungkook

As someone who wears scrubs most of the day, I really support Jungkook’s mission to be as comfortable as possible at all times. Who said looking good has to be uncomfortable? I’ve been freaking out over the jeans in the first pic ever since I found out Jeon Jungkook existed - they elevate the outfit while still keeping the look very boyfriend bc of the stripes on the side (as the proud owner of some two-toned denim myself). And then the hanbok!! Jungkook predicted how matching sets would be all the rage a few years before it happened! A lowkey trendsetter >>>

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anonymousstoryteller2000 · 1 year

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Saw you wanted Joe request so I'll keep it simple for you:) something fluffy and smutty more of making love then just sex. Everything up to you just have the reader and him be married:)

He'll yeah I'm definitely doing this 🤎

Fluff,smut

Main masterlist

Happy anniversary

@j4to6786

You and Joseph have been married little over 1 years now and been dating for 4 years its started off when you were working with the duffer you were a screen writing and also a actress but mostly screen writing you known the duffer since season 1 knowing there struggles trying to air stranger things you been there ever sience .you got really close with Joe cause you helped write eddie so when you and Joe started hanging out alot I mean 24/7 off set on set you both got close with eachother personaly Joe really did like you you were very different from other women he tried to date, you had sence of humor very caring lovable and passionate for your work you are everything to him so when Joe finally asked you out it was a shock to you but you felt the same way now it's yalls 5 year anniversary and couldn't ask for a better husband

Date night

You and Joe were ready to go out tonight on yalls date Joe didn't tell you cause he wanted it to be suprised yall were both in la for some time before Joe had to go back to London for work and you go with the duffer to help finish writing scripts and helping on the characters so this was the perfect time just to get out and have fun a make the most of it .

Love you ready he yelled from the living room while putting on both of his chains and his rings in the mirror

You walked from the closet to your living room you had on a silk beautiful burgundy dress that shows your arms and your chest off and falls all the way down to your ankles with black high hills you had on and a natural eye makeup look with a bold burgundy Matt lip on that just sat right with your skin tone and your hair was done nice and it was curled at the ends to sculpted your face shape .you also had on your necklaces Joe got you from your first date night and your promises ring with your wedding ring on you looked so stunning everything looked right on you and your brown eyes popped out more with the color, you look beautiful in his eyes.

Wow, he said, looking at you with wide eyes and a smile

You smiled back at him, and your cheeks were turning red no matter if you were married to joe. You always got flustered by him

Joe had on this black and grey striped tuxedo with a light blue button up shirt under with his chest showing off seeing his 2 chains and bit of chest hair and loose black pants on his curls were set perfectly on his head with a curl coming down on his forehead with a fresh cleaned beard and mustash he looked gorgeous

wow to you to Mr quinn you say coming up close to him wraping your hands around his neck kissing his lips he moans into the kiss smirking

you look Very fucken good (just imagine that one tik tok were he like moaning about food on that one podcast just imagine he saying that to you)he says while smirking down at you giving you another peak on the lips

You start blushing, smiling up at him

thank you ,you don't look bad yourself handsome you say before kissing again on his neck then his cheek he blushes at you smiling showing off his dimples

okay, let's go before we start something we can't finish. He said while grabbing you by the hand walking out of your shared apartment .

Dinner was amazing. Joe took you out to an Italian place he found online and drank some wine and some dirty martini. Joe drove home cause had too much wine .

Home

Joe helped you get inside with your hills in your hand he was holding you from the back, following you in while you were giggling

Joe, you say while giggling

yes love?

I love you!! you say while turning your whole body to face him and leaning in to kiss him he moans into the kiss, and you lean back and fall onto the bed and start laughing when Joe falls on top of you

I love ya to baby he said while kissing you and giggling agian ,you wrap your arms around Joe and grind up on him he know what your doing so he grinds down on you you both hiss from the sensitivity from his bulge and your clit

Joe, please, you whine while making eye contact with

what do you want love he asked while kissing your face down to your chest

i-i want you to make love to me, you say, while bringing his head back up, kissing him

as you wish beautiful he says while getting up sitting on the back of his heels while he takes off his tuxedo then unbuttons his shirts and throws it on the floor you take notice and start undressing yourself taking off your silk dress and throwing it on the floor only leaving you and your matching black and bra panties Joe quickly takes off his pants only leaving him in his checkered boxers he leans down and begins to kiss you very slowly you grab him from the back of his head slowly pulling his hair he grunts making him kiss you harder he pushes his tongue between your lips asking for access you let him in and he starts kissing you very messy you break from the kiss and start kissing him everywhere on his face on his Adam apple and on his veiny neck you start licking his neck sucking harder on it he hisses from the pain and pleasure he pulls your head away from his neck and starts kissing you down your body you slowly leave yourself up to undo your bra well Joe kisses down your stomach and between your thighs biting and kissing very Softly. You finally take off your bra and throw it on the floor which causes Joe to look up at you you could see the lust in his eyes when he makes contact with your breast then looks back down at you and slowly takes off your underwears he goes back up facing your pussy kissing in between your thighs and kissing your lips and nibbling on the Flesh of it

baby, please don't tease me. You said while looking down at him that he looks back up at you, smirking at you

I won't baby let me take my time love he says while looking back down he grabs your ankles and puts them over his shoulder and starts eat you out it's gentle it's all kisses your clit but flicks his tongue a couple of times you feel the sensation of it pleasure of his tongue rapidly licking over your clit he does softly and slowly making you arch your back pushing his face a little bit more into your cunt he moans into your pussy which sense a vibration to your clit you start softly grabbing him by his curls pulling his hair a bit his tongue flicking starts getting faster and faster that slows down he looks up at you seeing your Blissful eyes your eyes start getting teary without a warning he Scoops up all they're already pre come from you put it on his fingers and slides his fingers right into you, you hiss and moan from it causing you to arch your back more he pumps his fingers in very slowly while licking your clit this time it's more faster than determined he looks up at you making eye contact with you while you stare down at him at that time you start playing with your breasts teasing your nipples in between your fingers while still looking down at him, Joe sees what you're doing and starts pumping his fingers and faster which causes you to Moan more louder you can hear all the wetness from your cunt witch cause you to curl your toes and moan more

fuck Joe feels so fucken good baby you say while moaning Joe moans into your again witch causes you to push your hips up into his face grabbing his hair again pushing his face in more he hums in your pussy fasting his finger more into you he feel that your almost there when you start clinching around his finger ,Joe looks up at you seeing your yes close shut and your mouth open while you frown your eyebrows while still playing with your breast

you gonna come love you didn't answer you just moaned I SAID are you gonna come baby he asked agian pumping his finger in faster maing your cry out moans

Yes, baby fu-ckkk, I'm gon-ann come baby shit I'm almost there

come for me sweetheart fucken come on my finger make a mess everywhere I wanna feel you clinch on my fingers baby see all the cum dripping out of you he says while pumping in his finger fast not messing with your clit anymore

fuck jo-you say while going down to your clit rubbing it while Joe pumps his finger in faster Joe was speech less watching you play with yourself while he works on your hole you clink around his one more time and release on his finger witch causes you to Moan out his name and only his name while bucking your hips up,Joe helps your ride out your high leaving is finger in your while you ride his finger a bit still playing with your clit,once your done he takes his finger out scoops up some of your cums and sucks it off of his finger making eye contact with you ,he stands up leaning over you

that was so fucken hot watching you play with yourself like that while you clinched around my finger he says into your ear witch earns hims a whimper from you he leans down to your lips hovering over your face ,you wanna tast yourself love he asked you nod your head and Joe kisses you licking your lips and everything you can tast the salty sweetness of yourself on his tongue and lips yall both moan into the kiss you resch your hands around his while playing his hair agian he breaks from the kiss

I need to be inside you love please he said while taking down his boxer showing his v line you nod your head you made contact with his cock yku can see his tips it was angry red and his cock was vainy and red you also saw the base of the hair on his cock everything to you looked so sexy you gulped while looking back up at him .

you don't want me to suck you off, babe ?? you asked while looking at him with your soft doll eyes

no baby just need to feel you clinch around me like you did my finger he smiled while giggling a little you nod your head ,Joe takes his cock and scoops up the bit of your come still on your cunt witch you hiss from the touch he takes it and puts it on his dick and stocks himself a few times he moans while bitting his lip a bit leaning his head back a bit . you tried to close your legs while you were getting more wetter just by seeing Joe stock himself ,Joe look down at you smirking finally Joe lines up his cock to your entrance teasing you a bit going up and down at your whole with his tips making both of you whine he sticks his dick you Joe leans down on your taking both your hands and holding them on the side of your head he thrust into you slowly but very deep

baby sh-it you feelll so good Joey, you say Joe leans down kissing you sloppy he thrust his dick in you faster but not to fast you breaks from the kiss throwing your head back a bit grinding up while arching your back even more Joe moves down in between your boobs while still holding your hands on the side of you he takes your nipple into his mouth sucking softly and slowly he bites down a bit nibbling on your breast

Joe, please let me touch you, baby, please!!, he didn't even say nothing he let go of you ,you wrap your arm around his back scratching into his back earning a low groan from him you inwine your legs into his pushing him deeper into you witch made him speed up more you threw your head back moaning

look at me love want y-ou to remember who makes you feel good baby, he says while you tilt your head back down making eye contact with him He bits his lip thrusting into you more hitting your g spot every thrust you could feel all of him the tip of his dick the vainyness and the thickness of it all satificing you every thrust you can hear the wetness your pussy aand his balls slapping the bottom of your ass

FUCK!! I LOVE YOU BABY SO FUCK-EN MUCH, he moans out loud"

"Love you i-love you love youuu you say while bring his head to your chest hugging him Joe can feel you clinching him faster"

you gonna come love, he asked you nod your head repeatedly "come for me baby show me how much you love this British dick" he said while trusting In faster

you tighten around him let your body jerk up FUCK !!!JOE I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU BABY SH-IT IM COUMMMING !! you moaned out loud while squeezing Joe closer to you spilling all over his dick , you whole body went fuzzy and you were seeing starts you look down at him he still hasn't reached himself high yet so you decided to help him out a bit .

fuck Joe come in baby I need to feel you pulsing in me I wanna feel you fill me up baby please feel me up, you said moaning into his ear Joe grunts while pounding into your faster you push your hips up more meeting him helping him.

fuckkk baby I love yah so mu-chh so fucken good for me you and this pussy fu-ck me!! moans into your ear thrusting harder ,you reach down in between yall and start playing with his balls while kissing and licking all over his neck making hickys on his shoulder too ,he grunts from all pleasure of your touch .

baby you love me you asked he nods his head into your shoulder then I wanna fucken feel you fill me up baby please baby ,you moan again fucken take this pussy baby shi-t you moaned into his ear .

Joe starts speeding up faster while you're still playing with his balls. You look between yall and down at him, bringing his head up to you making eye contact .

cum for me Joe cum for me, you said while looking Straight into his eyes Joe grunts finally spilling into you he rides his high out bearing himself deep inside you he looks at you kissing you all over your face breathing heavily.you kiss him on the lips both moaning it the kiss finally breaking Joe pulls out from you causing you to hiss from the emptiness Joe watching some cum spill out of you Joe gets up jogs to the restroom grabbing a rag to clean you up once he done he lay beside you grabbing you and hugging you, you lay your head on his chest looking up at him .

hi yall say while smiling up at each other, Joe kisses your forehead .

"British dick Joe really," you say while laughing at him

"shhhh!! you loved it, " he said while covering your mouth while he started laughing ,you lick his hand, playfullying he took his hands off, pretending to be discusted by it

I did, and I love you

And I love you

Happy anniversary, love

#joesph quinn #eddie x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #joesph quinn x reader #eddie munson #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x you #joesph Q #joe Q

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inktailsaystuff · 1 year

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Rose finds Mordecai Lackadaisy One Shot because reasons

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Rose stood at the st. Louis train station, clutching the letter she had stolen from her mother in her paws. The old worn paper, a reminder of what she lost. Her older brother Mordecai. Gone one night to never return. After years of trying to find him, she got a tip from someone that a tuxedo cat that fit the description Rose had sent out lived in st. Louis. A tuxedo cat with a permanently angry expression and green eyes. Rose's tail lashed, this was is it. Maybe she would finally find Mordecai.

St. Louis was miserable to say the least, however finding a room was easy. An old cat named Ms. Bapka had let her stay in her apartment, her neighbour was a terrifying cat missing one eye. Viktor he was called apparently. When Rose first said hello to him he seemed to do a double take when he saw her. He was gruff and spoke with a heavy accent, and once she had settled in she began her search.

She spent most of her days hiding under the guise that she was a man and watching cats as they passed through cafe's and restaurants. Her eyes looking over the crowds for a familiar face, bright green eyes and a white muzzle. However after one week of no luck, Rose started to lose hope.

Rose slammed her fist into the table, fury making her fur bristle as she cursed under her breath. Storming down the stairs she nearly ran into a young smoky grey cat.

"ACK!" She dropped her stacks of magazines.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" Rose immediately back tracked helping the cat pick up all her magazines off the floor. "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going and-"

"It's fine." The cat smiled regaining her composure. "Are you new? My name is Ivy." She extended a paw, her bright yellow eyes looking into Rose's green ones.

"Uh... yeah uh- I'm Rose." Rose introduced herself., subconsciously fixing her jacket.

"Huh." Ivy looked Rose up and down. "I've never seen you before." Ivy commented.

"Oh yeah. I'm- I'm just staying for a while." Rose's tail twitched as she spoke.

"Well it's great to meet you!" Ivy grinned, "Would you be willing to go for a cup of tea sometime?"

""Uh..." Rose stepped back, "I'm actually- um kinda busy right now."

"What are you doing?" Ivy pressed.

"Just uh visiting." Rose smiled awkwardly trying to escape the smokey cat.

"Great! I can show you around!" Ivy grinned grabbing Rose and dragging her off. "Hey Rocky! Can you start the car!?" Ivy called out to a tabby in a blue suit.

"Uh I-"

"Come on." Rose was pushed into the back of the vehicle. Ivy sat down next to her, meanwhile two cats sat up front. The tabby named Rocky, and a ginger who's name she was unaware of. "I can show you around and show you some of the most popular places." Ivy prattled on, that peaked Rose's interest. Maybe she could find her brother.

"A-Alright." Rose nodded, "Do you happen to know anywhere where one can get a good tea and french toast?" Rose spoke up remembering her brother's fancy pickings.

"Mhm." Ivy grinned, "Little daisy cafe. C'mon Rocky let's show Rose."

The cafe was small and quaint, once nearby Rose practically threw the door open as if trying to catch her brother sitting at one of the chairs. However to her disappointment no one was there. While Ivy prattled on about the cafe, Rose took it upon herself to look around for any trace of her brother. Perhaps a surface was too clean, or items were in perfect symmetry. However she found no trace that hinted to her brother.

"Uh are you looking for something?" The ginger she had now known as Freckle asked her as she inspected the counter.

"No." Rose answered a little too quickly. "I'm just looking around."

"You are... looking rather closely at that counter..." Freckle mumbled as Rose's nose was practically glued the smooth counter surface.

"Just looking." Rose flashed him a smile, an attempt to calm the ginger's nerves. "So. Have you met anyone that looks like me around these parts?" Rose asked very casually.

"N-No?" Freckle mumbled, stepping back. His round face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." Rose smiled again, before going back to staring intently at the walls. Her ears pricked as she listened for rats and other vermin. Rose ignored the whispers between the two male's as she scanned the walls, her gaze landed on a framed picture. But her eye was drawn to the tuxedo cat in a suit. " MORDECAI!" Rose practically threw herself at the picture as if to make sure that she wasn't seeing things. Sure enough, the familiar angry expression and tall stature solidified it. That was Mordecai. In a heart beat she had turned to Ivy. "Do you know where Mordecai is?" She asked pointing at the picture.

"Uh? Mordecai?" Ivy stared, "How do you know him?"

"Not important where is he!?" Rose asked urgently.

"He doesn't work here anymore." Rocky grinned, "He works at the hotel now."

"What hotel." Rose asked, her gaze piercing through the cat.

"Hotel Maribel." Rocky grinned.

"Where is that." Rose was already storming out of the cafe.

"Why do you-"

"I could drive you?" Rocky interrupted Ivy.

"Deal." Rose sat in the front seat of the car while they drove, the world didn't exist to her anymore. She was so close. And this time she would not let him get away. If she was looking around she would have noted at how beautiful the hotel was.

However Rose didn't care, putting on her sunhat to hide her face, her eyes scanning the crowd. The other three sat nearby, but hidden in shadow something about enemy territory or whatever. Rose tapped her foot against the floor as she watched cats walk in and out. A woman with a bone necklace, a tall man with yellow eyes...

Rose's heart froze as she spotted him. Mordecai. Her brother stepped into the hotel looking aloof as ever. Rose didn't care how obvious she was. Standing up she stormed over in his direction. She watched how Mordecai stepped back placing his hand into his trench coat. But Rose was faster, grabbing him by his shoulders she glared at him.

"Mordecai." Rose snapped, her hat had fallen off. Her brother looked like he had seen a ghost, his tail bushed up as he stared at Rose.

"Who-" Mordecai wrenched himself out of her grip.

Rose placed both her hands on her hips, her tail lashing behind her. "Oh? Don't remember me?" Despite the fact that Rose had imagined their reunion to be happy, it was everything but that. Rose's bottled up emotions had decided to show, years of built up rage, anger, and resentment. "It's me. Rose. Your sister." She snapped, shoving one finger into Mordecai's chest. "You know. The sister you ABANDONED!"

Mordecai looked mortified, with one swift movement he grabbed Rose dragging her to a random room. "What are you doing here?" He hissed, staring at her as he shut the door behind him.

"Finding you." Rose crossed her arms, glaring at her brother.

"Why-Why would you do that!" Mordecai groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I told you-"

"I don't care what you told us!" Rose snapped, "Do you not know what happened after you up and left?" She could feel her eyes tear up.

"Rose..." Mordecai looked down at her as he fixed his pince-nez.

"I spent years looking for you." Rose snapped her voice cracking. "Years." She wiped the tears that spilled out of her eyes. "I- I thought you didn't love us anymore." She whispered.

"Rose..." Mordecai wrapped his arms around her, despite his hatred for physical contact. This was his sister. An exception to this rule.

"Why did you leave...?" Rose asked, as Mordecai soothed her. "Why did you leave us?" Mordecai refused to look her in the eye, instead staring straight ahead at the wall.

"Because..." Mordecai sighed, "I got... I got into bad business." Mordecai stroked her hair trying to comfort her. "And, I ran away because there were hitmen after me. And then... I could not come back."

"W-what?" Rose looked up at him horrified.

"I know." Mordecai looked away, "But then I joined Lackadaisy and a gang, and I couldn't exactly leave. So I stayed."

"Why- Why would you do that." Rose whispered.

"Money." Mordecai shrugged. "You needed the money,"

"You stupid furball!" Rose whacked him, "You idiot." She collapsed, "We could have... we could have just found a different job."

"I'm sorry Rose." Mordecai hugged her, "You should go home."

"I am not going back." Rose stubbornly looked up at him. "I'm not letting you leave again."

"Rose-"

"No!" Rose grabbed him, clinging to him. "I- I don't want you to go..." She whispered. "Please..." She clung to her older brother. The brother she had spent years trying to find.

#lackadaisy #mordecai heller #rose heller #viktor vasko #lackadaisycats #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff

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moderarato · 1 year

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🤎 moderarato’s interactive fiction OC list 🤎

(full character breakdown under the cut!)

Celeste “Este” Davies | she/her | bi

oil paintings / iced coffee / rocky beaches / pastels / arching an eyebrow / fields of long grass / pink peppercorn / home-cooked meals / balling hands into fists / heart-shaped sunglasses

Lux Laveau | she/her | pan

lace / perfume / popping bubble-gum / fashion / cottage-core / fairy tales / magic / spritzers / heels / cakes / holidays / dinner parties / twirling hair / winking / lip gloss / fresh bouquets

Paloma Sloane | she/her | bi

worn-in denim / noirs / night drives / coding / pine trees / alchemy / newspapers / cheap whiskey / organized mess / glasses on chains / reading under moonlight / pens in hair

Selma {No Set Surname} | she/they | bi

black and tuxedo cats / absurdism / stick & poke tattoos / junk food / heavy rain / silent nods / platform boots / thrillers / ivy / polaroids / taking the train to the end of the line / 90s goth

Iah Moritz | they/he | pan

disco balls / nail polish / playful eye-rolls / dancing / vintage couture / sour candy / skateboards / cigarettes / early 2000s tech / leaning on surfaces / classic comics / talking with hands

Dorothea “Dot” Eames | she/her | bi/demi

neutrals / folding hands / heirlooms / cashmere / handwritten letters / marble / minimalism / museums / matte lipstick / foxes / earl grey tea / autumn / strong eye-contact / trench coats

Arturo “Art” Belmonte | he/him | gay

historical fiction / layered clothing / piercings / hands in pockets / thrifting / old cities / mythology / over-ear headphones / sitting by windows / awkward laughs / scones & coffee

Cewê Cizîrî | she/they | pan

night skies / scrapbooking / dandelions / pleased smiles / saffron / pushing hair back / gentle breezes / long dresses / tea sets / gardens / birdsong / people-watching / quiet confidence

Delphine Moon | she/her | lesbian

vanilla / swans / pearls / late-night studying / chess / heavy snow / horseback riding / silently judging / white wine / perfect posture / perfume bottles / armoires with mirrors

Reina “Rei” {No Set Surname} | she/they | bi

art galleries / baggy blazers and clothes / 80s anime / tote bags / sarcasm / aimless walks / matcha lattes / eyeliner / film scores / dining out alone / charcoal sketches

Sorn Ly | any pronouns | pan

road trips / faded scars / banana leaves / biting nails / pottery / surfing / olives / sunsets / rolling shoulders back / hair ties on wrists / scoffing / long afternoons / humidity / walking barefoot

Frances Wiseman | she/him | demi/lesbian

cowboy boots / fruits / picking flowers / running / french new wave / messy hair / sun-kissed skin / oversized jackets / late summer / bass playing / crossing arms

#housekeeping 🤎#as I've been replaying and revisiting my love for IFs I just really wanted to see all my loves all together on a roll call sheet lol #I'm also in the midst of sims hyperfix so the rest was history #it’s been fun to see after time away how my perception of certain OCs changed #ofc there's more than this but these one's are just the clearest in my mind #hence the ~vibes~ under the cut #but I'll edit as time goes on!#rr: oc list #rr: edit #I purposefully kept ROs off bc I feel like thats a whole other ordeal #like the amt of people I ship Este with??? unholy

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jammie3132 · 6 months

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Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Summary: How Sebastian and Blaine met their daughter 10 Days of Seblaine 2023 Day 5: Parent AU Part 1 of Poppy's Little Angel Dedicated to @seblaineaddict

Back during the Great Warbler-New Directions Show Choir Feud of 2011-2012, if you asked Sebastian Smythe if he hated Kurt Hummel, you’d never receive a straight answer. He’d say something about how dogs within a 10-mile radius of Hummel singing need noise cancelling earphones or it was animal cruelty.

Or, how Hummel constantly looked constipated.

Or, Hummel should learn to count to 8 so maybe, just maybe, he could pretend to know how to dance.

However, he’d never say he hated Kurt Hummel because he didn’t. The boy fascinated him. What the hell kind of voodoo fairy magic did the guy possess to get someone as amazing as Blaine Anderson fall for him? It was impossible to understand…much like Hummel’s wardrobe choices.

Then in 2013 Sebastian Smythe watched Blaine Anderson propose to Kurt Hummel. That’s when he began to hate Kurt Hummel.

But today, almost a decade later, Sebastian Anderson-Smythe hated Kurt Hummel more than he had ever hated anything, including his father when he threatened to disown him for dropping out of Columbia. The SOB (Hummel, not his father…this time) had Blaine in court with yet another frivolous attempt to get money…aka, make their lives miserable because they had the audacity to get married when Blaine was his soulmate.

Yet he, Blaine’s husband and true soulmate, wasn’t allowed to be in court to support him. So, what if the first time he saw the delusional asshole after reconnecting with Blaine, Blaine and Sam basically had to tackle him so he didn’t punch him and get arrested? Although, watching Brittany smack and then verbally humiliate Hummel in front of a nightclub full of onlookers with cellphones was almost as satisfying as if he’d done it himself.

Last he checked Beautiful Blonde tells off friend’s jealous Ex had almost 2 million views.

Sebastian walked to their bookcase and picked up their wedding photo. It was hard to believe it had only been 5 weeks. As he put it back on the shelf, for the first time he realized what Blaine else put on the shelf. The items told the story of how they got to this point.

Their wedding photo was front and center. Next to it was their Tonys for West Side Story along with a photo of the two of them looking dapper in their tuxedos.

It was unusual for an actor in revival to win Lead Actor in a Musical, but he’d known for years Blaine was the perfect Tony. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind he would win.

His win was the polar opposite. An actor from a revival winning Featured Actor? You didn’t win unless you were a Hollywood actor slumming on Broadway. At least that’s what one of the guys he beat was screaming at his agent during the afterparty. Let’s just say those in the theater community didn’t take the term slumming well.

On the other side of the wedding photo were two others. One was from the first time they met. They looked so young…him in his Dalton uniform, Blaine in the infamous grey striped cardigan. Thad gave it to them as a wedding gift. He said he knew from that moment they’d wind up married someday.

The other photo was his favorite (except the wedding photo, of course). It was a picture from the first day for the entire cast. While they were mingling and introducing themselves, the director came to him and asked him to come with him. He wanted his Tony and Riff to begin working on their dynamic.

He hadn’t taken three steps when he heard You’ve got to be shitting me! followed by Blaine running across the stage, jumping into his arms and knocking them both to the ground.

The actual photo was the two of them sitting on the floor laughing. At some point they held it together long enough to tell the rest of the cast and crew they’d known each other back in Ohio. Also, that while Blaine was friendly (like a puppy), he wouldn’t be tackling anyone else…at least until he knew them better.

Instead of getting to know each other, the director sent them off to get reacquainted. There was a lot to talk about but he thought it best to get through the hard stuff first.

Blaine Anderson? Not Anderson-Hummel or worse, Hummel-Anderson?

Nope, Kurt always said hyphenating our names wouldn’t work for Broadway marquees.

I’ve got to ask. How freaked out is your hubby going to be about me being Riff to your Tony?

Sebastian, the universe has a wacky sense of timing but sometimes you have to trust everything will work out how it’s supposed to.

I don’t understand.

(Blaine pulls his phone out of his pocket and smiles) Today the universe decided to bring you back into my life at the exact same time

I had Kurt served with divorce papers.

No shit?

Oh, it gets better. Since Kurt was throwing one of his temper tantrums and wouldn’t speak to me unless I gave up Tony, which I obviously didn’t, my attorney suggested I wait 30 days to file so I could serve him with legal separation papers at the same time.

Did it work?

The text I received was from my attorney saying mission accomplished. That means Sam, Santana and Brittany are taking me out tonight to celebrate. Want to come?

As a date?

No, but not as a fuck you to Kurt either. We both know I did a shitty job hiding my attraction to you back in high school.

We both did, but it’s nice to hear you admit it.

Well, we’re about to spend A LOT of time together. If things work out in ways I hope they might, I don’t want you to believe you were a rebound or worse, I was using you to get back at Kurt.

Blaine

Yes, Sebastian

I would love to go out and celebrate with you and your friends tonight. But could you do me a favor?

What?

Warn Santana so I don’t get a drink thrown in my face.

I can try but she’s been plotting her revenge against you for years.

When he heard the key in the lock, Sebastian quickly straightened the shelf then hustled to the couch to make it seem like he hadn’t been waiting. Seeing the man he loves walk into the apartment looking completely exhausted but wearing a smile, allowed him to (somewhat) relax. “Everything went ok?”

Blaine took off his blazer and tie as he sat beside him. “As ok as things could go when dealing with Kurt. The judge threw out his claim for half my stake in the musical as well as his renewed claim for spousal support.”

“So, in other words, a colossal waste of time?”

“Yup. However, he will think twice before filing for another obvious cash grab, the judge’s words. Kurt was ordered to pay all my attorney’s fees.”

“About fucking time! Damn it B, you’ve been divorced from his sorry ass for a year, and you were legally separated from his gay face for 8 months prior to that!”

“Bas…”

“We’ve been married 5 weeks, 5 fucking weeks! We lost half our honeymoon because you had to come back for this bullshit!!”

Blaine kissed his love then went to their bedroom. Less than 15 minutes later he was back wearing lounge pants and an NYU t-shirt, while carrying two beers. “Feel better now that you got that off your chest?” he asked as he rejoined his husband.

“No…maybe a little. I, I just can’t stand the thought of you alone with that asshole, and I’m assuming Berry.”

“Don't pull the alone card. You know Santana was with me. Brittany would’ve come too, but you know, the restraining order.”

Nothing came from Brittany and Hummel's viral moment. It was months later when things went off the deep end.

Sebastian, Brittany, Sam and Santana all took the day off for Blaine's divorce hearing. They were there for support, but ready to be rebuttal witnesses if necessary. When Kurt took the stand, for reasons unknown to this day, he was stupid enough to go on a verbal diatribe on how he backed into a corner and forced into getting married in a tacky barn, in a tacky suit, with tacky guests he never would’ve invited. He wouldn't stop with the tacky-tacky-tacky…bitch-bitch-bitch…until Brittany ran to the witness box went all MMA before the bailiff could pull her off. Kurt refused to press charges but was awarded a restraining order.

“Did Santana have to take the stand?”

“No, but Benj made it back from LA in time to testify.”

“How did that happen?”

“One of the investors asked where I was and Benj told them in court because Kurt was going after half my stake. Long story short…meeting went from three days to one but the by time he and Justin made it to the airport it was past midnight here.”

“Is that why he didn’t call?”

“Pretty much. I would have won without him, but since Benj was part of Machiavelli the Musical from the beginning he could refute all Kurt's claims he contributed to songs I wrote. You should have seen Kurt's face when my attorney asked him to sing one of his contributions. He…” Blaine ended his explanation when Sebastian’s phone rang (and he ignored it) for the fourth time during their short conversation.

“Aren’t you going to get that? Someone seems awfully determined to speak with you.”

“It’s my Aunt Marie. As much as I love my cousin, I couldn’t deal with any of Penny’s drama. Today my focus was you and what was happening in court…which I wasn’t allowed to attend.”

Blaine rolled his eyes before pulling Sebastian down until his head was in his lap. In the 18 months they’d officially been together (he was legally separated!), he’d learned running his fingers through his (now) husband’s hair was the best trick to calm him down.

Their sex life was anything but calm.

“We already covered this…at nauseam. The reason you were asked not to attend is because you, my big…strong…incredibly sexy husband, cannot control your disdain for my former husband. Your protective nature is one of the many, many reasons I love you.”

“But…”

“A huge portion of our strategy was to demonstrate how irrational Kurt truly is. My attorney was able to get him to throw a tantrum on several occasions. He was even able to get Rachel to corroborate several points of Santana’s testimony on threat of perjury.”

“But…”

“Bas, my love, my day in court with Kurt went better than expected with him having to pay my attorney fees. The judge also laid into him on how a finalized divorce, unless it involves children or fraud, means final…closed…the end. Move on!” Sebastian’s phone rang again, but this time Blaine could reach it. “Talk to her. While you’re doing that, I’ll call for pizza. I’m starving.”

Blaine went to the kitchen to call their favorite pizzeria and then Sam to answer any questions he might have about what happened in court. He assumed Santana had already called him with her version (he was right). It was almost 45 minutes later until he rejoined Sebastian on the couch with their freshly delivered dinner. He was still on his phone and speaking in French, but not with his Aunt Marie.

“Grandmother, this is a lot to ask…But…But…Yes, Ma’am…Yes, Ma’am…No, Ma’am…I’ll talk to Blaine…Yes, immediately…I promise…Yes, I’ll call Aunt Marie…Grandmother, Blaine is here. I’ll call back soon. Bye.” Sebastian ended the call and asked “How much of that did you understand?”

“You really didn't say much. What I don’t understand is why you were talking with your grandmother.”

“Aunt Marie she thought Grandmother was the best person to tell me what’s going on.” Blaine reached for his hand to give him an anchor. “Whatever it is, I’m right here.”

Sebastian kissed him, hard, and then put their foreheads together. “I love you so much. I love the life we’re building so much. I…”

“Bas, you’re beginning to scare me.”

“Sorry, it’s…Penny had her baby this morning. She’s decided to put her up for adoption. Since this wasn’t her original plan, she hadn’t vetted any potential parents and she doesn’t want to hand over the baby to strangers. B, Penny wants us to adopt her.”

“The baby is a little girl?”

Sebastian pulled back and stared into Blaine’s eyes. He didn’t look confused...or crazy. “Yes, but you heard the part of how Penny wants us, you and me, to adopt her…right?”

“It’s not up to us.”

Huh? “Then who the hell is it up to?”

“The baby.” Blaine grabbed a piece of pizza before getting off the couch. “You start packing while I call Benj and Justin to tell them I’m going to Paris for a while. I’ll book plane tickets for first thing in the morning but could you pull our passports out so we don’t forget them? And call your Aunt Marie or Grandma to tell them we’re coming, but don’t want to see anyone until we’re settled. I’ll arrange…”

His husband kept rambling but Sebastian had stopped listening at The baby. “What the hell do you mean adopting a baby is not up to us, it’s up to the baby?! She’s not even a day old! Don’t you think this is something we should discuss?”

“That’s what the long-ass flight to Paris is for. And trust me on this…in the end, the decision of whether or not we’re about to become Daddies is up to that little girl.”

“Papas.” Sebastian’s response stopped both of them in their tracks. For the first time he didn’t sound like he was in freak-out mode. “She’s French. We’d be her Papas.”

“You’re right but let’s go ahead and put it on a list of things to discuss on the plane.”

Blaine turned to leave (again) but Sebastian stopped him (again). “You don’t think this is crazy? We’ve only been married 5 weeks!”

“Oh, I think this is completely insane, but what did I tell you the day we reconnected at West Side Story?”

Sebastian immediately knew what he meant. “The universe has a wacky sense of timing but sometimes you have to trust everything will work out how it’s supposed to.”

“Last time, the universe brought me you on the day I served Kurt with divorce papers. And I promise, I’m keeping an open mind on all this, but after what I went through in court today…”

“Maybe the universe decided to get a little more wacky to make up for your ex being delusional.”

Blaine took a bite of his pizza and then walked out of the room before Sebastian could interrupt him yet again. It was his turn to be overwhelmed.

Why the hell did he say It’s up to the baby to decide? He was barely into the process of developing Machiavelli the Musical into a full-blown Broadway production and for some unknown reason had agreed to star as Machiavelli. This was going to take a massive amount of his time for the foreseeable future. Sebastian was fully onboard but…

A baby?

Yes, his partners were ubertalented and more than capable of holding things down if he was in Paris for longer than he anticipated but…

A baby?

He took a few deep breaths, devoured his pizza, opened another beer and got to work on what needed to be done. As much they were still wears his heart on his sleeve Blaine Anderson and overly self-confident Sebastian Smythe, this time Blaine Anderson-Smythe had to be the levelheaded one.

A little over 36 hours later the potential fathers were in a private waiting room at the hospital. They had met the head of Child Services and the attorney Blaine’s father arranged for them. There was only one more person left to meet.

Blaine was sitting on a small loveseat while Sebastian was pacing the room, little pink blanket in hand.

They’d agreed not to get ahead of themselves by running out to a store and buy a bunch of baby stuff to take with them. When Blaine got back from meeting his partners, he found out he agreed.

Sebastian called Brittany and they bought out the baby girl section at Macy’s. After an hour of But Blaaaaaaine, he agreed to bringing two outfits and the little pink blanket but…

“I thought we agreed to leave the blanket in your suitcase for the time being?”

“Hospitals are so cold. What if she’s cold?”

Blaine sighed then stood and wrapped his arms around his husband. The pacing was getting annoying. “Bas…”

“B…”

They both froze then turned to face the door as the wails of a distraught baby filled the room. “Mr. and Mr. Anderson-Smythe, I’m Margot from Child Services. You spoke earlier with my supervisor. This is the child you’ve come all this way to meet. I’m sorry but the nurses report she’s been like this for as long as she’s been with them. The doctors insist she is perfectly healthy…”

Blaine let go of Sebastian and pushed him toward the transit crib. “Maybe she’s cold.”

He’d been holding it together for so long, it took Blaine everything within him not to burst with happiness as the man he loved wrapped the tiny girl in the little pink blanket then instinctively cradled her in his arms. “Are you cold, Angel? I brought you this blanket from NYC. My friend Brittany went to the store with me to find it. I’m glad she did because I wouldn’t have known to wash it first. Or that they make special detergents for babies. Or…”

“Bas” Sebastian reluctantly looked up to see Blaine holding his phone. After he took a picture, he asked “Do you realize she stopped crying the moment you wrapped her in the blanket?”

“She did?”

“The adoption lady was so shocked she left to talk to the nurses. We’ll probably see one of them soon with a bottle. Let’s go sit down. I’m kind of amazed you’re still standing.”

It was only a few moments after they were settled that the expected nurse and bottle appeared. She began a tutorial but, once again, Sebastian was a natural. “I take it you’ve done this before?”

“Never. She was just hungry. Were you hungry, Angel?”

“Alright, but when she’s finished…”

Sebastian handed the bottle to Blaine and began to gently rub the baby’s back, quickly earning him the desired results. “Are you ready for the rest of your bottle, Angel?”

Blaine gave the nurse a wink and promised if they needed anything they would use the call button. It wasn’t long before the bottle was discarded and the three of them were cuddled together on the love seat.

“I think she likes us B.”

“I think she likes you.”

It was only then Sebastian realized he hadn’t given Blaine a chance to hold the baby. “I’m sorry…I didn’t realize. Here you go, Angel. There’s someone else who really wants to meet you.”

They both quietly giggled after Blaine let out a sigh of relief. He’d been worried the once cranky baby wouldn’t take to him in the same way she did with Sebastian and start crying again. “Hello, little one. My name is Blaine.”

“But you can call him Daddy.”

Blaine kissed the baby’s forehead, then his husband. “Daddy? Not Papa?”

“If she calls us the same thing it would get confusing.” Sebastian leaned over and returned Blaine’s kiss. “You were right. She had to be the one to decide if she wanted to be our daughter. The fact she’s sleeping so peacefully must mean she knows she’s safe.”

“Safe?” Blaine questioned the wording because it wasn’t the one he expected.

“I thought you might get freaked out if I said love so soon.”

“Bas, new mothers talk about the overwhelming feeling of love they feel when they see their baby for the first time. I’m sure it’s natural for fathers too.”

Sebastian didn’t ask, just lifted the baby back into his arms. “Are you sure? Because I don’t know if I could let her go…”

Blaine answered him by beginning to sing to the baby.

One look at you My whole life falls in line I prayed for you Before I called you mine

Oh, I can't believe it's true sometimes Oh, I can't believe it's true

I get to love you It's the best thing that I'll ever do I get to love you It's a promise I'm making to you

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose Forever I'm yours, my forever is you

I get to love you I get to love you

By the time he finished, Sebastian was a blubbering mess. “That’s the song you wrote me for our wedding.”

“I remember. It was only 5 weeks ago” Blaine jokingly replied. “But seriously, are we really going to do this?” He held up his hand to stop an immediate response. “Getting the musical up and running on its own will be time consuming but I also agreed to play Mach for the first year. I mean, hopefully it’s a big enough hit we get to worry about my handing over the role. What I’m trying to say is, we agreed, if we do this, we don’t want her raised in daycare. That means for the next 18 months to 2 years, if not longer, you will be her primary parent…some days more like a single parent. Are you ready for that?”

“With the exception of you, I have never wanted anything more.” Sebastian looked down at the baby and asked “Angel, are you ready to go back to NYC and have fun with your Poppy while your brilliant Daddy works to win some more Tonys?”

He lifted the baby’s arm and began to lightly shake it while saying in a high-pitched voice “Yes, Poppy. As soon as the doctors say I can fly I want to go to NYC and have lots of fun with you and Auntie Tana and Auntie Britt and Uncle Sammy. Daddy will sing me songs and I will always know how much he loves me. And when Daddy’s new musical wins lots and lots of Tonys, everyone will cheer his talent and proclaim him to be the most talented Daddy in the whole wide world.”

It was Blaine’s turn to cry. “Then there is something the three of us better do soon so we can share our news.”

“What?”

“We have to help her choose her name.”

From Blaine: *attached photo* Sebastian and I are pleased to announce Miss Angelica Penelope Anderson-Smythe chose us to be her Poppy and Daddy. Of course, we emphatically agreed.

From Sebastian: *attached photo* Poppy’s Little Angel

NOTES:

The Prince, Niccolò Machiavelli 1513. Original title: De Principatibus (Of Principalities). I see this parody along the lines of A Very Potter Musical.

I Get to Love You: Bronleewee, Matthew; Eckford, Margaret 2016

It might seem like there is a bunch of unnecessary backstory (especially the Kurt/court stuff), but it pays off in the final entry.

#10daysofseblaine2023 #day 5 #Parents AU #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #seblaineaddict #Poppy's Little Angel

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